curta’n wall – the dark ages lyrics
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 k!lling
there’s sludge on his brow, a bold steel cut where the guts are spilling
etеrnal darkness you cannot see
his presencе 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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