Storm The Castle
RetConStruct
Coiled like a snake up on top of the mott cold as the lake that encircles the lot
Bled to the fields in the bailey below death’s in harvest where only graveyards grow
By whose command have we been dying when not a man’s laid eyes on our queen
Some say her cursed castle’s concealing dark sorcery and demonic dealings
Storm the castle let’s lay sac like those days of old
Hell’s cathedral calls for the next influx of souls
She’s let her monsters feed from the kingdom that’s why the map says here there be dragons
Should we fight back or wait while we’re eaten better we’re martyrs than be her victims
Stone towers extend into the clouds thrust up like clawed hands trying to catch God
Black tattered pennants dance in the wind bend like the backs of the tenants within
Who if not God’s men collects our tithings is it the Devil’s coffers we’re lining
What recompense then are we expecting from a fortress which does no protecting
Storm the castle let’s lay sac like those days of old
Hell’s cathedral calls for the next influx of souls
She’s let her monsters feed from the kingdom that’s why the map says here there be dragons
Should we fight back or wait while we’re eaten better we’re martyrs than be her victims
Storm the castle let’s lay sac like those days of old
Hell’s cathedral calls for the next influx of soul