The sky turned black with cinder-smoke

A thunder of their shaven skulls, a cruel and bloody joke

They breach the walls with rusted axe and mindless, guttural scream

But I am armored in my oath, a guardian of the dream.

Steel meets bone, a symphony! My sword, it sings a loyal tune!

For every stone of this damn keep, beneath this sickly honey moon!

So raise your horns to the royal hue!

I'll paint these halls in savage red for you!

My blade is faith, and sharp, and unforgiving!

For my little punk blue queen, all will be crushed with nothing living!

The chapel's stained glass, shattered down, a kaleidoscope on slate

The librarian's last scream, the fury of my hate

I see Sir Gareth fall, a pike stuck through his chest

But in the throne room's heart, I stand, and I will stand against the rest!

No velvet vow, just shattered teeth! This rosary of broken men!

My castle's not of stone, but of the oaths I swear again!

In sapphire light, she sat so still... a promise made of frost and will...

They do not know... the quiet storm... the fragile form they dare to harm...

My sovereign... my sin... my blue.

Bald heads roll! Blood for the throne!

Guard the heart! Guard the heart! Shatter the bone!

Yeah, raise 'em to the royal hue!

I painted all the walls in red for you!

My body's broken, blade's forgiving nothing!

My little punk... my punk blue queen...

For you... all will be laid to waste...