Five Heads, One Lie

I saw your banner in the rain

Five painted mouths, one empty brain

You call that terror? Call that grace?

I’ve seen more bite in a barn cat’s face

Your priests all bow with lacquered knees

Mouth full of ash and borrowed pleas

You sell them doom in velvet lies

Then flinch when common folk spit in your eyes

Oh, dragon queen, what a shame

So much smoke, so little flame

Your whole bright menace, up close and plain

Just a cracked old crown and a counterfeit name

Tiamat, Tiamat, rotten and grand

Five greedy jaws and a trembling hand

Tiamat, Tiamat, hear this chant

Your cult is a joke in a dented hat

(ha!)

Five heads, one lie

(ha!)

Still you beg to fly

Your chosen knights look sharp from far

Till daylight shows what cowards are

They strut like doom in polished steel

Then squeal when a boot heel hits the heel

I’ve watched them carve their sacred signs

On stolen doors and poisoned vines

But every rite they dress in flame

Turns out to be the same old game

Oh, dragon queen, what a shame

So much smoke, so little flame

Your holy roar is a paper snare

And your jeweled old brood can’t hide the air

Tiamat, Tiamat, rotten and grand

Five greedy jaws and a trembling hand

Tiamat, Tiamat, hear this chant

Your cult is a joke in a dented hat

(ha!)

Five heads, one lie

(ha!)

Still you beg to fly

Come now, queen of borrowed dread

Your golden threats are badly read

We’ve seen your shadows, seen your show

They fade the second lanterns glow

So rake your claws and hiss your name

I’ll toast your boast and mock your fame

For every sermon, every snare

Just leaves a stain and no one scared

Tiamat, Tiamat, rotten and grand

Five greedy jaws and a trembling hand

Tiamat, Tiamat, hear this chant

Your cult is a joke in a dented hat

(ha!)

Five heads, one lie

(ha!)

Still you beg to fly

Tiamat, Tiamat, bow if you can

We’ll laugh at your crown, your ash, your plan

Tiamat, Tiamat, hear the band

Your cult goes down with a clumsy hand