The sun rises, but never shines
It casts only shadow upon the kingdom
As if the night was never eternal
The kingdom sits lonely and shivering
It snows and snows, no light to be found
It is cursed as punishment, for it’s “tyrannical reign”
For things at the kingdom, will never be the same
Only ghouls roam, crying for light
They dare mocked the gods might!
Men are tortured, women are spread
All of them begging, begging to be dead
For in that kingdom, you’d rather die instead
The heart of men, died in winter
As if impaled, by 1000 iron needles
The shadow of the sun-
Leaves ruin in it’s wake
The kingdom that sits on the hill
Will never see daybreak
The gods have condemned the kingdom to suffer
Now it is trapped in an eternal winter
The winter is harsh, brutal and relentless
It has only apathy and fear, for the remorse of a beating heart
Hope is in shambles, in a drought
This is the punishment, for the crime of doubt
Animals impaled, children lay gutted
Their intestines used as nooses
For the divine execution, of a nonbeliever
They are taken in shackles, begging and squirming
Unable to be held still, like a rabid beast
They are fed to horrible creatures, waiting to feast
Taken to the public, placed on a stand
”Shall they be punished?” The gods demand
People cheer and shout-
The kingdom now thirsty for blood
The “criminals necks” wrapped in gore
And time shall stand still, once more
As the sound of necks snapping, louder than before
The kingdom, now the capital of misery
It’s beauty died, in the shadow of the sun
A horrible cursed to be placed upon
An unfitting end, to once was
The Kingdom Of Whimsy
This is the punishment, for doubting the gods
A land once beautiful, now only ghouls may room
And slay the innocent, the kingdom of whimsy
Now brings fear, to all who are unfortunate to hear
You may not doubt, you may not think for oneself
You are only to believe and praise
Us the gods, who will make you very afraid.