Mad king

Hymn to the stricken moon

Hymn to the ever reaching sun

We call to you, brothers in blood.

For the mad king spares none.

Protect your homes, your blessed kin.

From opulent keeps, to barren farms.

The mad kings howl, brings endless war.

Throw up your hands.

Fall to your knees.

Bare your weary throats.

Beg with your last breath.

For the mad king spares none.

Search for mercy where the heart goes to die.

Prey to your ever silent gods.

Whisper to your long gone ancestors.

For the mad king spares none

Abandon all hope.

Fight with your last breath.

In the battle of home and hearth.

Where all is lost.

Fight till the last.

And in the fire and ash,

In the silken embrace of death.

There is only war.

For the mad king spares none