Coward's Keep Lyrics

"A man that flies from his fear may find he has only taken a short cut to meet it." - J.R.R. Tolkien

I wear the chains of a likely subject
You, like a fool, let me into your keep
And now blood has dried on the blade of my sword
The chains on my back are gone

I gain the wall, take the life from your guardian
Use it's claw, take the head from your king
And now blood has dried on the blade of my sword
I set fire the Inner Hall

The keep my goal
Their army fears the battle
The seas will roll
The mountains shield the battle

Flames lick from your once great fortress
Cut down with ease all your ill-trained men
Now blood has dried on the blade of my sword
You ran from the fight and lost

The keep my goal
Their army fears the battle
The seas will roll
The mountains shield the battle

Command nothing as the chaos binds you
Your force running as they follow your lead
Your bards will sing of your deeds and fortress
They'll sing it's name call it Coward's Keep