Gaze at the hilltop where the castle once stood,
now fallen and crumbled and taken by the wood.
No bells to ring, no glories to sing, silence wrought by the Just King
A traveler once came unto the bitter land,
their hands bearing both decree and demand.
The duke was cruel, and acted the fool, denied he was no longer fit to rule.
For years the country had suffered and bled,
its people either dying or dead.
No bells to ring, no glories to sing, silence wrought by the Just King
The traveler was hung outside the walled gate,
having delivered their message and suffered cruel fate.
The people cried, the whole world sighed, as the valorous knight died
The sun was ablaze with fire the next day,
from out the castle the Duke was afraid to stray.
No bells to ring, no glories to sing, silence wrought by the Just King
The smoke was thick in the depths of the great hall
And fires blazed from throne to wall.
Ashes and flame, calling the duke's name, shouting out his blame.
Rule your lands with kindness and care,
And to all who live be just and fair.
Less traveler be sent, message be meant, your rule torn and rent.
Gaze at the hilltop where the castle once stood,
now fallen and crumbled and taken by the wood.
No bells to ring, no glories to sing, silence wrought by the Just King