Banquet Hall Massacre

Rejoice, people of noble birth Today we celebrate in joy and mirth In the grand hall we shall drink and feast with jubilation To the new age of bliss I bring to you A magic tool I retrieved From a traitor to the realm By my counselor foretold My might will it unfold Drink your wine and mead and ale On our foes I will prevail At the sound of my woodwind Like rats they will submit But before I unveil to you The artifact of power and might Let's raise a glass to noblemen who died By that old man's dreadful spell Four knights and our beloved prince May their souls rest in peace Passed away as martyrs For the glory of the realm Mourn no longer, dear people of the court Time has come for you to get amazed The oaken flute I hold in my hands Will grant its player power over those who listen I was told by my wise adviser that By playing this magical instrument I could make you happy like never before So rejoice and sing along! No! What is that mess? You were supposed to dance... What have I done? Have you fools all gone mad? Or could my adviser have lied? Was indeed the old man right? The whole court has lost its mind! Blood is spilled all over the plates Knives and forks in eyes and throats Teeth on bread and guts on pork Some of them turn to me There's nothing else to do but flee