A long and dreary drum, a howlin' cymbal

What will the wanderer find in a foreign village?

Black clouds gather above the land

where an evil and crazy tyrant reigns.

His many victims, killed for fun

lie in the ground but their souls keep on roam.

Thousand of whispers in the crumblin' towers

"Do not play with the demons' powers!"

The terror takes hold of everyone's hearts

And the hope for rilief is falling apart.

The villagers' moanin', year after year,

starving and frightened by the bloody king's spear.

A choir of prayers come up to the sky

that shines of a dreamy and deadly cold light.

A long and dreary drum, a howlin' cymbal

What will the wanderer find in a foreign village?

released November 6, 2020

Cover: Gustave Dorè (1832-1883)

A special thanks to Erang. I used some of his free samples.

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