It’s an old stone house with a tall stone tower
It’s bent and battered but it still holds power
And the priests keep blessing but the dark’s still calling
So the cattle’s brought in soon as night starts falling
We’re the edge of the kingdom so we don’t pay taxes
And the only human sounds are the woodcutter’s axes
So the lords don’t bother and we like it that way
Though few who come to work here have the heart to stay
There’s a new girl in the kitchens and we have to warn her
Of the stain that hides in the shadow in the corner.
Photo by George Hiles on Unsplash
