Waifle - Made Good Time текст песни

A taste as old as cold water, an epic you told. So long ago a place was set - heir to the throne. The past is won and written down. The truth has come from victory. Big chair fell down, the oak is split, splinters abound. A race for gold, a king's ransom, a random note. An heir, a son, hand me down. The future was known years ago.