Blood And Gold

About how quickly your good fortune can turn for the worst

Once we were kings, adorned with red and gold

The sun in splendour, greater than the gods

We spilt our blood and harvested souls

And where are we now, but fighting another war?

Loved or feared by so many peasants

But the tide is soon to turn

Stripped of all but our brittle flesh

And the crowns upon our heads

Where were the songs 

That you sung at the end of the battle

Voiceless and lifeless

We're drained of our humanity

And the knights march against our empty thrones

And the bards no longer sing of our legacies

The people throw down the banners of red and gold

Indulging in all of their macabre fantasies 

And condemned to the wastes

We live now amongst the people

Spit in disgust at the hollow thrones

As we learn of the nature of evil 

Where were the songs 

That you sung at the end of the battle

Voiceless and lifeless

We're drained of our humanity