War of the Roses

In the wake of the past, a new age has begun
By the bloody red rose
A shadow has fallen under banners of war

The rivalry thrives, bloodlines divide by hate
The french battles are past
Over the sea a loss of land has been told

Chaos, chaos, follows in the parlament
Death of a councelor
Exile, exile, still with power in his dreams
Return to Wales in shame again

For spire and crown, for the throne of the kings
The war of roses
Soul after soul, in embrace by the gates of hell
for a kingdom of the royal blood

The madness descends by deep oblivion, alone isolate ghost
Insane and mistrusted kept from command and rule
A year gone to waste no sign of coming back
So hopeless in his eyes
Richard of York journs from outcounted to might

Madness, madness, turns the tides of all we know
Just god could see this fate
Towern, Towern, now the dwelling for the duke
A traitor in the mind of Yorks

For spire and crown, for the throne of the kings
The war of roses
Soul after soul, in embrace by the gates of hell
for a kingdom of the royal blood

The real storm begins, in may '55
A dispute before Saint Albans
With Somersets life in heaven the time
has come for the claim to be done

Fight in the court, violence and brawl
attempted a murder against, Warwicks earl
Escaped to faro lands
Will of the queen for the the Yorks and Nevilles
They must die, and begone
Little did they know

March for the struggle - War of the roses
Faithful soldiers - War of the roses
March for power - War of the roses
A game of thrones - Act Of Accord

Wedding, wedding, secretly beyond the words
Revealed for all to see
Battle, battle, now the kings crowns at stake
May red rosed banners lead the way