Unaltered Empire from Unaltered Empire by Mediavolo

We’d walked for ninety days, when winter came, so bold.
That night around the flames, recounting tales of old:
”What made you go away?” Their question rang, so cold.
As we all sat gazing at the fire, silence conveyed an
“Ooh… Will we ever find the Grail?
That ideal we cling to,
Unaltered empire.”
“Well”, I said, “I feel misplaced. Dissent, dismay took hold.
Mankind is going insane, I can relate no more.
I know you know.”
And before the ambers did expire, the rising wind whistled
“Ooh… Will we ever find the Grail?
That ideal we cling to,
Unaltered empire.”
“Ooh… Will we ever find the Grail?
An ideal to cling to,
That’s never to falter.”

• Art pop
• Dream pop
• Heavenly Voice
• Pop
• Shoegaze
• Brest