A carved oak table
tells a tale
of time when king and queens
sipped wine from globets gold
and the brave would lead their leadies
from out the room to arbours cool
A time of valour and legends born
a time when honour meant much more
to a man than life
and the days knew only strife
to tell right from wrong
trough lance and sword
Why, why
can we never be sure till we die
or have killed for an answer
why, why
do we suffer each race to believe
that no race has been grander
It seems because trough time and space
though names may change each face
retains the mask it wore
A dusty table, musty smells
tarnished silver lies
discarde upon the floor
only feeble light descends trough a film
that scars the panes
gone the carving
and those who left their mark
gone the kings and queens now only
the rats hold sway
and the weak must die according to neture's law
as old as they
Why, why
can we never be sure till we die
or have killed for an answer
why, why
do we suffer each race to believe
that no race has been grander
It seems because trough time and space
though names may change each face
retains the mask it wore
tells a tale
of time when king and queens
sipped wine from globets gold
and the brave would lead their leadies
from out the room to arbours cool
A time of valour and legends born
a time when honour meant much more
to a man than life
and the days knew only strife
to tell right from wrong
trough lance and sword
Why, why
can we never be sure till we die
or have killed for an answer
why, why
do we suffer each race to believe
that no race has been grander
It seems because trough time and space
though names may change each face
retains the mask it wore
A dusty table, musty smells
tarnished silver lies
discarde upon the floor
only feeble light descends trough a film
that scars the panes
gone the carving
and those who left their mark
gone the kings and queens now only
the rats hold sway
and the weak must die according to neture's law
as old as they
Why, why
can we never be sure till we die
or have killed for an answer
why, why
do we suffer each race to believe
that no race has been grander
It seems because trough time and space
though names may change each face
retains the mask it wore
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