I hear the children singing,
Drums beating, and laughter the magic still fleeting
The first sight of life in this virgin land,
A scene for a legend untold

From within the castle, brilliant emerald halls,
A bearded king strides along to answer the call
Battle-axe ready, bawdy words right at hand
Two weeks of war ahead for his brand new band

So every fortnight since the First Men arrived,
The Game of Bands must go on
Beauty, love and pain entwined in aural delights,
Collaborating days give way to late mixing nights
Under the eyes of The Council of Green,
Sonic perfection sees light

His mind wanders to where it began,
Upon a mossy rock in Dragonstone
Foul curses of wenches, drowning in air,
Divinity demanded death or LPs all year

The old gods vermillion, lay heavy on those
Who pick up the pen just to write
The whispers of fifth notes, the murderous princes
Dragon skulls judge through empty eyes

So every fortnight since the First Men arrived,
The Game of Bands must go on
Beauty, love and pain entwined in aural delights,
Collaborating days give way to late mixing nights
Under the eyes of The Council of Green,
Sonic perfection sees light