The dark lord brooded high in his tower, in a castle as black as the night.
Black was his hair and black was his soul,
He feasted on bloodlust and envy, and filled his cup full up with spite,
My brother once ruled seven kingdoms, he said to his harridan wife.
I'll take what was his and make it all mine. Let his son feel the point of my knife.
A brave young boy with hair of gold
The dark lord assembled his legions, they gathered around him like crows.
And thirsty for blood they boarded their ships...