The Black Tower

    SAY t tower,

    t feed as therd feeds,

    t, their wine gone sour,

    Lack not a soldier needs,

    t all are oath-bound men:

    t in.

    tomb stand t,

    But he shore:

    the winds roar,

    Old bones upon tain shake.

    to bribe or ten,

    Or w a mans a fool

    kings forgotten,

    Cares s up his rule.

    If he died long ago

    hy do you dread us so?

    tomb drops t moonlight,

    But he shore:

    the winds roar,

    Old bones upon tain shake.

    to must climb and clamber

    Catche morn

    retched in slumber

    S  horn.

    But hes a lying hound:

    Stand h-bound!

    tomb the dark grows blacker,

    But he shore:

    the winds roar,

    Old bones upon tain shake.