Don your hoods and capes,
My friends, its time to go and feast.
Push your way through brush and bramble;
Find within its folds a beast -
Tame this creature with your weapon;
Beat till it submits.
Leap upon its leathered back
And rip it all to bits.
The halls that we retire to
Know not of ghastly deeds
Conducted late at night in mire,
Tangled vines, and weeds.
But we adieu each night to find
A lesser beast than we;
Kill it; do not mourn its death;
And praise our aristocracy.
The day before we drank from goblets
Sipping vintage draught
Tonight we suckle from our prey
Like swine come to the slop.
On night of next we'll sit at tables
Laid with silvered ware
Speaking not of naughty works
While blood runs on the air.
The halls that we retire to
Know not of ghastly deeds
Conducted late at night in mire,
Tangled vines, and weeds.
But we adieu each night to find
A lesser beast than we;
Kill it; do not mourn its death;
And praise our aristocracy.
Unicorns, and minotaurs,
Nymphs and pixies slain,
Leviathans, behemoths,
Yes, all of they we've smote
And laid their ruin here upon
The rocks that line the moat
Killed the peasant's fantasies
To bolster our own gain.
So wrap your noble shoulders, friends,
In velvet folds of station,
And help me end this creature's life
For sake of ostentation
When we have beat with signet rings
And stabbed with knives of gold
This hide will make a tapestry
And more food than we could hold.
The halls that we retire to
Know not of ghastly deeds
Conducted late at night in mire,
Tangled vines, and weeds.
But we adieu each night to find
A lesser beast than we;
Kill it; do not mourn its death;
And praise our aristocracy.
So sayeth the Brad...
