Tells a tail
 Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold
 And the brave would lead their ladies 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
 Through 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 through time and space
 Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore

 A dusty table
 Musty smells
 Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
 Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
 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 nature'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 through time and space
 Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore