Doom Has Come to the Realm

What a tragedy
Doom has come to the realm

Roaming as a thief
As a prey in the woods where I used to hunt
Tracked down by my own folk
Hell... How miserable I've become

Fools and traitors
Ended up kicking me out of the throne
Bloody adviser, evil witch!
That was her plan from the start

Now that they took it all from me
My son, my court, my royalty
Now that my kingdom shines no more
That my glory never will soar

Time has come to take my revenge
Upon those rats crawling in stench
Measly kings from nearby lands
I'll make them fall by the flute in my hands

Dressed in filthy clothes
Forced to hide in caves and barns
Finally I have reached
The border of my fallen realm

To their capital I now will head
To spread the curse of the flute
On their madness I'll take delight
These bastards will face the fallen king's might

From your swarming city's heart
Madness will bloom and tear you apart
The curse I bring upon you all
To you shall reveal the power I do hold

Only unpleasant sounds came out
Puzzled eyes turn to me
No sign of madness I can see

Swordsmen run towards me and shout:
The mad king and his lousy whistle
Soon in the dungeon he will crawl!

Taken by force, tied and beaten down
Dragged on the ground, nearly passed out
Tattered clothes, rope flayed wrists
And chained up to a rotten wall of stone
I was left alone in the dark
Covered in mud, with gravel in my wounds
Betrayed, beaten, broken
Bound to an awful fate

They took it all from me
My flute, my life, my dignity
What will they do with me now?
Broken king without a crown...