The Dustcrown

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.