we rest not, we want not, we raise...
joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory
Story behind the song
was reading a joseph campbell book late one night. not much else.
Lyrics
oh so many regrets will go unheard.
rather haste them away to the hoard,
to silently strengthen that legion
whose welfare wants not when fed,
when fed...
parsival stay your hand.
the demon's slain.
still the smoke rent the viel from
your living, it hums on and lengthens
in due season...
we rest not, we want not, we raise...
we rest not, we want not, we raise...
...it honor on! send word i won and
message wed with sweet gwynever...
be staid.
