Bienvenidos Al Medievo
Jose Andrëa y Uróboros
Welcome to the Middle Ages
The old legends tell
That once there was a place
Where one could dream
Where the wind of the past
Does not move the mill
Nor silence the minstrel
The troubadours sang
That the bishop of the place
Summoned the marquis
The peasants rebel
They have started to think
And begin to murmur
Maintaining the order of our nation
Is not a trivial matter
They release the dogs of the inquisition
And now they come for me
Because I don't pray to any God
Nor do I serve any king
Because they won't be able to silence my voice
I am outside the law
