hellison | A song for death week

In collaboration with my dear friend thesme, whom some of you will remember from scene, to the tune of Good King Wencelas.

Good King Corpseleslass oozed out
Of his Christmas Coffin
Where the blood lay all about
With the bodies rotting
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a pale Death came in sight
Gath’ring helpless souls

“Hither, death and stand by me
If thou know’st it, telling
Yonder people who are they
and what’s that nasty swelling?”
“Sire, they are but simple folk
trying to have fun
but I think we’ll change all that
once my work is done

“Bring me flesh and bring me bones
Bring me bodies hither
Thou and I will see them die
and watch their eyeballs wither.”
Death and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the poor folks’ wild lament
And the bitter weather

Yonder! Look what lies ahead
with the Corpses rotting
Tis a Plague pit filled with dread
and the victims crawling
‘Now’ said Death, ‘I summon you’
‘Come before me kneeling
This night, good king, you’ll surely rue
Hear the people screaaamingggg’

‘Good king, it’s you I’ve come to kill,
Bow your head before me’
Then Death set to with a will
and methods fierce and bloody.
Hearken well now, as I sing
The moral of my story
If you call yourself a king,
Prepare for death most gorrrrrrryyyyyyyy