The Dustcrown - Night In Gales

Strike him down !

Plunder the palace on crystal tide’s eve!

Brigants be crowned as scarlet winged star thieves

The carrion king’s clarions are chanting from afar

Preluding pestilential war

A parade of starstruck tyrants and havoc’s ambassadors

He’s a starslayer, none so vile

A charming chaser of the fury spies

His tear tempest’s trophy…

…The steel wolves' sky cries

Bring me the head of the fire fed!

The trophy of black blood, the raider’s razor soul

The fear feathered one…

Be it a vassal, be it the king

This death jewel is my poisoned sting!!!

Now I bear the dustcrown and

The carrion king lies bleeding.