Hunched upon a wooden throne
In the caverns cold and dim
Dancing shadows cloak his form
Mankind fears to gaze on him
Casting mischief with a smirk on his face
From his hovel under the roots
Singing songs of trouble to come
Soon his hordes shall be afoot.
goblin laughter in the depths
The smell of ale upon their breath
Fly through forest, march through fen
Creep to haunt the towns of men
Mighty king with painted face
Wielding sacred wooden mace
On his head a rusted crown
He will turn the world upside-down
Man and beast are running scared
As the horde swarms o’er the hills
Screaming with a savage glee
Never sleeping, never still.
Now behold the painted king
Strutting through a town aflame
Calls for all to join his ranks
“Who shall come and play my game?”
goblin faces in the dark
In their eyes a laughing spark
Men and goblin join as one
For the mayhem has begun
Empty flagons in the mud
Mischief running in their blood
Goblin flutes play all around
The world is turning upside-down.
Revelers cavort and dance
On this night, the feast of fools
The sight brings laughter and delight
To the heart of the Lord of Misrule!
goblin faces in the dark
In their eyes a greedy spark
You do not know fear or shame
Set the bleeding hills aflame
Breathe the chaos from the fire
Ghoulish hordes that never tire
Make the sky repeat the sound
Of the world turned upside-down!