Doom Has Come to the Realm

What a tragedy Doom has come to the realm Roaming as a thief, As a prey in the woods where I used to hunt Tracked down by my own folk Hell... How miserable I've become Fools and traitors Ended up kicking me out of the throne Bloody adviser, evil witch! That was her plan from the start Now that they took it all from me My son, my court, my royalty Now that my kingdom shines no more That my glory never will soar Time has come to take my revenge Upon those rats crawling in stench Measly kings from nearby lands I'll make them fall by the flute in my hands Dressed in filthy clothes Forced to hide in caves and barns Finally I have reached The border of my fallen realm To their capital I now will head To spread the curse of the flute On their madness I'll take delight These bastards will face the fallen king's might From your swarming city's heart Madness will bloom and tear you apart The curse I bring upon you all To you shall reveal the power I do hold Only unpleasant sounds came out Puzzled eyes turn to me No sign of madness I can see Swordsmen run towards me and shout: The mad king and his lousy whistle Soon in the dungeon he will crawl! Taken by force, tied and beaten down Dragged on the ground, nearly passed out Tattered clothes, rope flayed wrists And chained up to a rotten wall of stone I was left alone in the dark Covered in mud, with gravel in my wounds Betrayed, beaten, broken Bound to an awful fate They took it all from me My flute, my life, my dignity What will they do with me now? Broken king without a crown...