Further

Stolen thrones claimed by us
Oh how we make such a fuss
We reap what we earn
The darkness seems so grim
Even our hope is growing dim
That the King will return
The call, the dawn
The sound of horse
The banner of the King
Invades, invades, invades, invades
(Going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going, we’re going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
We’ll get ours, come what may
We’ve got a lot to say
Where there’s nothing at all
And our love has left a mark
Even our joy is growing dark
We delight in the Fall
The call, the dawn
The sound of horse
The banner of the King
Invades, invades, invades, invades
(Going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going, we’re going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
The call, the dawn
The sound of horse
The banner of the King
Invades, invades, invades, invades
(Going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going, we’re going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going, we’re going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going, we’re going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going, we’re going)
Further in, further up
To the rhythm of His heart
Further in, further up
(We're going)