King Of Draconia

We will siege and sack your city walls
Toppling your temples
Until you're severed at the knees and your tower falls
We will spare your women and children in plunder
Seizing your wealth from the scorching earth
As you watch it all to blaze asunder
We will wrench your tongue from the pit of lies
And upon your death, it will be sung
How the wicked were defied
You utter not a word of capitulation
For this we'll bring your skull to the empty table
With crimson dripping from the sword
In this war we wage, so there'll be no more
No imperial god will come to be your saviour
And soon you'll bow by the blade to meet your maker
You created the darkness and left it to age
Fermenting in violence, ripening with rage
As wine turns to blood and you spit up your defilement
Poured from your jug, till death was all we could taste
You've sickened our children for way too long
And kept us impoverished while your stature grew strong
Now we shatter the marble of your steep divide
As you marvel at the feet of your regicide
With a thousand swords, each the calamitous blow
And down the hill, your head, it rolls
A fitting end for a draconian king
Who lost his head from the crown he clinged