Sadness sings through daunting hours
The cloaks of yarn cover the marshes
Hunting for roads in thorn 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 peasents for the sake of folly My hearts in reverie for days spent gathering springs of green And how often I would dream of dragons, love, honour and kings