No expensive jewels Or masses of gold Just the bones of our family And tales never told. The link is broken And here comes the flood Water, at this stage, is thicker than blood. Now the people run rampant Cheeks hollowed, skin pale As I watch as your crown Gleams in the hail. A figure declares in the storm That they must be the one To rip the crown of bones away And seal what’s said and done. You sit in your chair. With a grin and comply, And the bones of your crown Rattle just like the sky. No expensive jewellery Or masses of gold Just a journey of vengeance It’s the best one I’ve told.