The Creed of Greed

The golden Creed shining light 'neath the halls

Of silver bright paid in blood, misers

Hands to change, yet all the same show the walls

To keep the peasant out, early risers

To toil for the scrap of bread and mead soiled

By the Creed for the lords of the high keep

The people under foot grow to a boil

Stricken with hunger for the light that seeps

From beneath the halls of silver laid bright

The lords of the high keep do the whips crack

Tables turned and shackles do now bind tight

Lords turned peasant, stricken now to the rack

The cycle turns the Creed lives on in heart

Blackened by lust for the dragons great trap

To take for the hollowed empty heart

Spelling doom for man and beast, darkness wraps

The world in the claws of the golden Creed

To no end in sight for the Creed of Greed.