-the dirty lion in the emerald den-

the king is back, the king is back
let me grieve first but hold his hand
kiss his lips and embrace his waist
then let them cut his royal head

watch the queens weep bitter tears
to the heavens his majesty seals
no victories but only glorious sins
and with the devil he made his deals

in grief his noble bastards mourning
in desire his gracious whores moaning
when lied down the great furious king
to the skies king's men were hoarding

no silver would cover a dirty man
but rubies would he eat if he can
let me serve a delicious dagger
to my holy king in his emerald den.

iş bu amatör şiir kendince fantastik bir dünya kurgulayan ve o dünyasında kaybolan bu youser tarafından hikayesindeki bi olaya ithafen yazılmıştır.