Jute Gyte - Wastelands Ruled by Ruined Kings lyrics

A plague of nostalgia for a fictive past Not merely dead, never born Is the most desperate form of escapism Accident of birth, the pride of the insipid Blood still runs, rose-tinted Spilling on the red rock In starvation and waste In fanfares And marches And broad arching melody Wastelands ruled by ruined kings Curses never lifted