Swans -- Song for a Warrior

There is a growing Golden light Flowered and folding Behind the mirror of your eyes If an angel could hold up In his poshed white hand I know he believes it Like a bird to the sky Now you are a warrior Who will conquer this land On a horse made of clouds You will scour the sands Some people say God is long dead But I heard something inside you With my head to your chest Oh, then All the wrong They say I have done Their lies