The battle set on rapidly fading lines
Moves with your pen, dropping ink
Like a stone on waters around you
Turning the wise into dullards
The rich into poppers
Freedom into national penury
The times are changing
Medieval life returns

The battle set on rapidly fading lines
Moves with your pen, dropping ink
Like a stone on waters around you
Turning the wise into dullards
The rich into poppers
Freedom into national penury
The times are changing
Medieval life returns