Sadness sings through daunting hours
The cloaks of yarn cover the marshes
Hunting for roads in thorns
To make our way to my first love
The webs weave then end their forms
Are we to die with no glimpse of you?
Our love carries us
Down the Road to Monarchy
Our doom wearies us
Down the Road to Monarchy
Songs of tragedy abound
Merry days were once beloved
By peasants for the sake of folly
My heart's in reverie
For days spent gathering springs of green
And how often I would ream
Of dragons, love, honor and kings