WFRP and Pink Floyd

For some reason I can't explain, and have no interest in trying, Pink Floyd is and shall always be my WFRP soundtrack. Most especially the song Sorrow from A Momentary Lapse of Reason. The lyrics of the song and David Gilmour's peerless guitar work are perfect for conjuring visions of the Old World. Pink Floyd's music has a certain haunted, all-is-not-well quality to it that quietly screams Warhammer to me. Always has, always will.


A sample of the lyrics should illustrate my point (if you need convincing):

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls

It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken