Tidings of a Triskele

Mid-evil phantoms of a past gone awry

Scepters and schemers just waiting to die

We eat and feast for many reasons why

No rules, no laws just you and I

Medieval stories are our every day

Suffer, survive, make them pay

We’re all gonna die in our own way

Only fate knows how long we’ll stay

Drinking and fucking and passing the time

Saving doubloons to pass down the line

Can’t take no shit, pass me more wine

Kill them all or they’ll tear out your spine

Burning the masts to sail to the future

Light up the forest to root out the creatures

Cut them up, karma’s your teacher

Until the last reveals your main feature

Rotting, and shitting, and wasting away

Our eggs, our seeds, are the only way

To stave off death, make sure we stay

But irony’s a rival we can’t keep at bay

Castles and kingdoms couldn’t hold our greed

There was always something more we could bleed

There was nothing ever that could sate our need

We only knew feed, feed, feed

Praying to heaven suited us well

But a suit is a mask that takes us to hell

No matter how many of us fell

There was always another to keep up the spell

Now all that’s left is tell, tell, tell

Fleet-footed messengers ringing the bell

Ghosts of the past stain the shell

With sins of today impossible to quell