Twilight Omen

In the swollen swamps,
Twilight whispers omens
Restless sleepers
Hear gloomy chants

One Voice must sing,
Two Princes may fall;
Will the King hold his throne?
The blade of Fate is sharp

The folk on the marshes
Breath poisoned air;
Some choke, some die
Too many people cry

In the mourning castle,
The court laughs no more
The throne crumbles,
The crown is heavy

Even heroes avoid
Haunted roads and paths
Starving ghosts roam,
By hatred blind

The King is deaf,
The King is drunk,
The King is mad,
The King is mute

The castle is full of songs,
But the singers weep
Any joy is madness,
Only madness brings joy

The Jester is hanged,
Barons hold their daggers,
Pale Dukes silently wait
Each man feels like a maiden

Shields are dusty
Swords are blunt
Spears are rusty
Wardrums are quiet

The seeds were rotten,
Harvest is bitter
The fields are barren,
The mills stand still

Crows wait on the trees
Wide eyed owls watch
Hungry vultures laugh
Sharp is the blade of Fate