Last Battle

Cursed, fateful day
that would see my king
brought low by betrayal
of blood and kin.

'Pon crooked spire
my lord's body lays,
and we, who yet live,
have but this to say.

Damnation! To Hell and beyond,
you may have our lives and heads,
but you will never rule here,
as our rightful lord.

As needs be, to defend cold crown,
our lives are but leaves upon wind,
and proudly do we throw them down.

So come here, villain,
and face good men with honest hearts.
That would yet face thee,
before we go, unbowed, to our Gods.

Besides the broken crown
for the lost throne,
for King gone to eternal rest.
Come! Come hither, ye villain!
And put our loyalty to the test.