1. BELL OF TARANTIA

Clutched deep within a calloused soul
The dust of a king without a throne
Torn from the plains for which he fought
Nemedian dogs shall burn

Bloodstained jewel, heart of all
Under lion standard sheathed in gold
Pythonian crypts of ancient lore
Bring down the cliffs on their foes

Heroes pyre at the castle spire
While a solemn belfry tolls
She cries in vain at her kingdoms pain
As the lions heart is torn away
The tolling bell of Tarantia
She cries for her fallen king

Traitor puppet roams the keep
Eastern dragons desecrate city streets
Silent servants stalk the halls
Serpentine lust abound