[Verse 1]
Turn you back on London's bitter pride
In melancholic isolation
Force-feed yourself sentimentality
With golden age mythology
A feudal lord doesn't live no more
But in the night, the ravens call
[Pre-Chorus]
False memories, fake history
Next you'll talk of racial purity
[Chorus]
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
[Verse 2]
Always one, simple relations
Walk away from anonymity
The fedual lords are rutheless no more
But in the night the ravens call
(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)
[Pre-Chorus]
False memories, fake history
False memories
Fake history
Next you'll talk of racial purity
[Chorus]
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
[Instrumental]
(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)
[Chorus] (x2)
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not

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