The Curse in the Chest

On this dull and rainy day When crows don't even dare To fly above the muddy road I am on my way To the shore I have to go For my counselor and her odd magic told me so My grandeur foretold shall stay There no longer forlorn Who can be that old man Who is keeping from me Such a mighty tool of power And how could a simple flute Help me to reign upon the world? Is that a sort of magic wand? An odd cabin lies ahead At two steps from the sand The sea winds strike its stone tower and wooden walls An old bearded man is at the door His attention I call For sure he is the one I am looking for My dear man open your door And kneel before your king I've come to take from you something I need Oh no my king, the flute you talk about is doomed A curse lies in its wood It has brought so many men to madness and death For kingdom's sake to none it shall be given Who are you taking me for? To obey to the king is the law To Hell is the curse You can't take over such power for you alone For power is matter of kings And king of anything you are not Give me what I want Now I kindly ask: open that bloody chest! Noble king the power you envy is corrupt Evil forces sleep in the chest Please do not give in to greed And stay away from that curse Let me protect you from your fall Well then my poor old man Betrayer to the realm If you don't want to act Like you are ordered to Prepare for my return Yet you have been warned Next time I'll come with the strength That will make you want to obey