Curta'n Wall - The Dark Ages

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Группа: Curta'n Wall
Альбом: Siege Ubsessed!
Год: 2023
Страна: США

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In the cold gray down, The first fires of the day are burning
A prince has been born, ox snorts keep the grind stone churning
a mazer of mead, so early on this eerie morning
the fresh dung steams, the son of a king is quickly sworn in

he will save the steward who takes a Grote or shilling
he will save us from the clergy and the priest

The swords man takes a bow, before he grabs the hilt and starts the killing
there's sludge on his brow, a bold steel cut where the guts are spilling

eternal darkness you cannot see
his presence is felt in a deep dark dream
eternal darkness how can this be
the dark ages onward to eternity

the crescent lamp is snuffed, a smoke plume rises from the oil
a dead hand is touch the boar meat smells of rancid spoil
a strange wind blows, a sack of half pence has gone missing
the reeve holds his throat, through his fingers the blood is spilling

what will save the steward who takes a Grote or shilling
what will save us from the clergy and the priest

The new king slides a note, under the door of the bishops palace
a dagger in the cloak, as the courtiers engage in royal malice

eternal darkness you cannot see
his presence is felt in a deep dark dream
eternal darkness how can this be
the dark ages onward to eternity
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