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?

CHORUS
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