In olden times a castle proud and true Shone across the land to the ocean blue There sat a mighty king once, victorious and renowned With ashen face upon his throne, he glowered and he frowned His only thought was terror and wrath his only mood His words were scourge and cudgel, his signature was blood The hour is upon us, a noble minstrel pair From journeys long returning to the castle fair Beneath the lofty pillarsthe minstrels can be seen Upon the throne are seated the monarch and his queen They summon all their power, evoking joy and pain The king's heart now is stony, they'll make it soft again The king is awe-inspiring like bloody northern light The queen is sweet and gentle just like the moon at night Times of youth may vanish, yet memory will stay Like a radiant rainbow banishes all dismal clouds away My anguish shuns the rainbow's gleam. Lest the memory depart Tell me, do childhood's dreams still linger in your heart? You sang and wisely ser your words, that you may reap your just rewards! I'll sing you a legend of the test that was decided by the sword When only blood could pay for blood, those are the songs I like the best! As though by stormwind scattered is gone the listener's host The young man in his master's arm has given up his ghost I curse you, haughty palace and all your fearful slaves Until avenging spirit scatters dust upon your graves Thy name shall be forgotten, the page of history torn Like the last gasp of dying, in empty air forlorn! I curse you! The old man cried in anger and anger heard his prayer The walls have turned to rubble, all lying broken there No song recalls the king's name, for better or for worse Expunged and quite forgotten. That is the minstrel's curse!