Where the Nightingale Sings

[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] [Instrumental] (Force-feed yourself sentimentality) [Chorus] x2