Regicide

Our footsteps echo through caverns
Our war cries heard from afar
Forests torn asunder
The ground stained red from thier blood

The light off our armour is gleaming
Our fire has burned all in wake
The drawbridge lays in splinters
We now make our way through the hold

There lies the spiral staircase
Which leads to the throne of my betrayer
My sword impatient in my hand
Gods praise me when I cut off his head

The castle falls silent
The wind can be heard in the halls
His head held up for all those to see
The battle has been declared ours

With sword still in hand and treasure in tows
We make our way back to the shore
I have lived up to my family name
At last we are going home