The Return of Medieval Sorrow - Drowning the Light

In a crumbled city

of forgotten dreams and lost hope

Overgrown ruins

gilded in shadow and cloaked

This decaying glory

A once prosperous land

To the dead hearted

They were never my clan

The return of medieval sorrow

Fortify your own soul

Know the power of the flesh

Expand your deepest thoughts

and drown the weakness

We bleed our own path — unto glory

We cut the ley lines of the new millennium

Fill them from your veins

and let the sanguine

feed the earth

It is now ours!

And they will lament!

The return of medieval sorrow