[00:00.000] 作词 : Jesse Terres
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jesse Terres
[00:44.211]In the cold gray down, The first fires of the day are burning
[00:51.920]A prince has been born, ox snorts keep the grind stone churning
[00:59.321]A mazer of mead, so early on this eerie morning
[01:06.658]The fresh dung steams, the son of a king is quickly sworn in
[01:14.083]
[01:15.207]He will save us from the steward who takes a Grote or shilling
[01:22.264]He will save us from the clergy and the priest
[01:28.769]The swords man takes a bow, before he grabs the hilt and starts the killing
[01:36.236]There's sludge on his brow, a bold steel cut where the guts are spilling
[01:44.197]Eternal darkness you cannot see
[01:50.877]His presence is felt in a deep dark dream
[01:58.109]Eternal darkness how can this be
[02:06.061]The dark ages onward to eternity
[03:12.165]The crescent lamp is snuffed, a smoke plume rises from the oil
[03:19.156]A dead hand is touch the boar meat smells of rancid spoil
[03:26.773]A strange wind blows, a sack of half pence has gone missing
[03:34.260]The reeve holds his throat, through his fingers the blood is spilling
[03:42.924]What will save us from the steward who takes a Grote or shilling
[03:50.271]What will save us from the clergy and the king
[03:56.593]The new king slides a note, under the door of the bishops palace
[04:03.859]A dagger in the cloak, as the courtiers engage in royal malice
[04:12.163]Eternal darkness you cannot see
[04:18.512]His presence is felt in a deep dark dream
[04:26.624]Eternal darkness how can this be
[04:34.077]The dark ages onward to eternity

作词 : Jesse Terres
作曲 : Jesse Terres
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 us from 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 us from the steward who takes a Grote or shilling
What will save us from the clergy and the king
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