(wild west whistling)
High Tower, High Tower…
He might be a devil of a man, everybody aim at Hightower…
(Sung)
The battlefields are littered, with the bodies of his dead..
Many of our bravest knights, just went home instead
He may just be a legend, to scare the squires at night
The oldest dukes just run away, when he comes in sight
High Tower, High Tower,
He might be a devil of a man, everybody run, it's Hightower
They say he invented crossbows, back in the middle ages
He lured us to the dark side, in careful little stages
His designs are lethal, and will be banned on judgment day
What it takes to kill him, alas none of us can say
High Tower, High Tower
He might be a devil or a man, everybody shoot at Hightower
I once saw him at war, where everybody died
He filled the air with deadly bolts, and all the spearman cried
His Quiver never empties
His Bow is always drawn |
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His Arm it never tires
And his Equals all are gone
We saw him get a triple kill, with one
amazing shot
And his quarrels seem to always hit, and they're always smoking hot.
It's just not fair, he fills air, with laughter and with pain
He just killed off all our knights, and left a greasy stain
Hightower, High Tower
He might be a devil of a man, everybody pray, it's Hightower
There was king who did not believe, the legend of Hightower
He was proud and elegant, the best of chivalries flower
Hightower gave an evil laugh, his bow an evil groan
We heard our liege lord run and scream, as bolt sank home!
Hightower, High Tower
He might be a devil of a man, everybody scream, Hightower!
No one else can cock his bow, it's covered in nasty runes
His Quarrels can all bend in flight, and they sing a deadly tune
After every battle, the shieldmen rebuild their shields
It's sad to hear the marshals, all sobbing that they Yield!
Hightower, High Tower
He might be a devil of a man, Everybody duck, it's Hightower
(Spoken)
And if you ever see him, the devil wrapped in blue
Do not beg for mercy, for that he will not do
He made a deal with darkest arts, he traded out his heart
And the World is now target rich, for the Man that some call Bart
(sung)
Hightower, High Tower
He might be a devil of a man, everybody fights, the Hightower
The women all sigh and weep, the men all pull their hair
They talk of him in, whispers, and always with a care
The children cry out in their sleep, when his Crossbow comes to Town
The armies write up all their wills, because they know they're going
down.
Hightower, High Tower
He might be a devil of a man, Everybody kills Hightower
Hightower, High Tower
He might be a devil of a man,
Everybody aims,
Everybody runs
Everybody shoots
Everybody prays
Everybody ducks
Everybody Dies!
Hightower!
(evil low chuckle)
Bwahahahahahahah……… |
