A Tyrant Tune

From their high towered castles
To the low tenant vassals
And all of the people be~tween

Came a drum-thunder vengeance
A march like the wind, gents,
And weapons with sinister gleam.

There were screams full surrounding
As their knights we went hounding
And the babes in their cradles did cry;
On their heights was a fire
As I gained my desire
And the nations that scorned me did die.