dpobeda Burning Trilogy (Chapter 3. The Third Song)

Black banners over the valley of crows
Father was broken where the dead grass grows
Hung from the walls by the lords of the flame
While mothers were forced to forget his name
We hid beneath monasteries

Fed by rats and winter wheat
Ten long years in frozen silence
Learning mercy means defeat

NO PRAYERS
NO KINGS
ONLY VENGEANCE
ONLY STEEL

One became a wolf in northern wars
One learned poison behind castle doors
One wore armor from a fallen knight
One kept count every sleepless night
And the youngest

Silent as snow
Carried the rope
From long ago

Raise the torches high!
Let the tyrants see!

The children of the hanging tree!
We return tonight!
From the graves beneath!
To carve our names in royal teeth!

You took our father
You burned our home
And now the crows
will feast on yours

Down through plague roads
Past the bones

Past the widows carved in stone
We crossed the fields of crimson hail
With rusted swords and tattered mail
The bells rang thirteen times that night

The abbey burned in golden light
And every lord who swore divine
Was dragged screaming from his shrine

Mother
Would you know us now?

Our hands are red
Our souls are vows
No saints remain
No heaven calls

Only echoes
In burning halls

WE ARE THE SONS OF THE GALLOWS KING!
Born from grief and suffering!
Hear the shattered kingdom sing

Death to the crowned and blessed!
WE ARE THE FIRE THEY COULDN’T DROWN!
Now we tear the bastards down!

Every castle, every crown
Buried in the west!

Seven horses
Six dead sons
Five rivers burning
Four black crosses

Three last words
Two blades turning
ONE KING
BEGGING
ON HIS KNEES

You remember us now?
Silence

At dawn we stood where father died
The rope still hanging at the side

No cheers were heard
No victory cried
Because revenge
Leaves nothing alive

Raise the torches high
Let the old world burn
Children lost
Return

Ashes on the river
Iron in the rain
We were children once
Never again