[poem/song] The Fall of Kiyachi
Heed me, o king, by the trumpet's last call
Soldiers are raiding and pillaging all
Flame chars the ramparts, pours down the wall
Treason in corsets the means for the fall.
Thy daughter is fair, the court loves her so
And tricksters and bards do enliven the show
She knows not the laws of a lady's fine ways
And northern folk love all the scandal she says
Heed me, o king, by the trumpet's last call
Soldiers are raiding and pillaging all
Flame chars the ramparts, pours down the wall
Treason in corsets the means for the fall.
Did I love thy daughter, would you love me
Who lays the truth down for all eyes to see?
A dance and a song the right heart will pry -
Not mine, but thy daughter's, then taught to lie
Heed me, o king, by the trumpet's last call
Soldiers are raiding and pillaging all
Flame chars the ramparts, pours down the wall
Treason in corsets the means for the fall.
The gates, they are open, the walls they are bare
Thy enemies entered with never a care
Thy daughter's hand lifted the gate's heavy bar
By light of the morning's first glittering star
Heed me, o king, by the trumpet's last call
Soldiers are raiding and pillaging all
Flame chars the ramparts, pours down the wall
Treason in corsets the means for the fall.