The Return of Medieval Sorrow

In a crumbled city Of forgotten dreams and lost hope Overgrown ruins Gilded in shadow and cloaked This decaying glory A once prosperous land To the dead hearted They were never my clan The return of medieval sorrow Fortify your own soul Know the power of the flesh Expand your deepest thoughts And drown the weakness We bleed our own path - unto glory We cut the ley lines of the new millennium Fill them from your veins And let the sanguine Feed the earth It is now ours! And they will lament! The return of medieval sorrow.