The Butcher's Castle - Ilsa

Black hearths

Long crumbled

Still stains

From flames

Remain

Unseen

Stones fall

To smother fertile soil

Day after day

Piles hundred

On thousands

Duchy of Brittany

Palace and prison

Where bones of

Master and slave

Rot incognizant

To class, country

Or creed

All beneath my feet

Monuments to monarchs

Long forgotten

Where now all are free to tread

Spires of massive towers

Loom to survey

Old rivers, fields

Kingdom’s groves

Feathers, snakes, wildcats

Slowly drift and roam

Over dominions

Of moss covered stones

Beneath my feet

Lives of toil

Collapse into the fertile soil

Wind and rain!

Dismantle what remains

Wind and rain!

True rulers in this domain

Of monuments to monarchs

Long forgotten