And who are you, the Mad King said,
that I must honor so?
Only a servant of a lion coat,
that's all the truth I know.
But, a daughter of red, a daughter of dung
the Dragon still stands tall,
And my son is a Prince, my lord,
far above the likes of yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that King of Dragons,
But now the Stags rule o'er his hall,
with not a Dragon there to here.
Yes now the Stags rule o'er his hall,
and not a Dragon to hear.
