our task is to destroy the trade of kings
looking past mountains to the open plain
we reach the place we seek on outspread wings
of little value are the golden things
piled high upon the smiling traitor’s wain
our task is to destroy the trade of kings
the freshest water from the coolest springs
must serve to cool each brow and cleanse the stain
we reach the place we seek on outspread wings
no one expects to bear each of the swings
from past to future but we can’t abstain
our task is to destroy the trade of kings
and so we must withstand the constant stings
of noisy insects and ignore the pain
we reach the place we seek on outspread wings
you can’t ignore the loudest bell that rings
fervent with joy at the returning rain
our task is to destroy the trade of kings
we reach the place we seek on outspread wings
