Roy Harper - True Story lyrics

A band of thieves rode from the south On horses shod in shining plate And foaming at the mouth Ten million ants a day had died Under a clanking column of old checkmates Fears glorified A band of cut-throats in the north Heard rumours of this hoard of steel And quickly sallied forth With swords and families at their side And no T.V. escape from poor Wallace's ordeal Wounds still gaping so wide Among the thieves there ranked a lover Not given over To letting relationships suffer And restlessly he charged this cut-throat chief Who rose in his saddle and split the fool's head down the middle Portending great relief Which both sides let to drown a power Down drains of evolving solutions Deciding for an hour The leader of the thieves he fled to hide Hotly pursued by his own last execution His body on fire inside The swelling forces of our nature Changing the surfaces of the planet's Chemical nomenclature Blows cool gases as continents slide And wheat falls where the sticky iron shelf meets The atmosphere outside