For the king

The smoke from the hill

For the king

long live the king

pray for the king. or get the cold steel of his sword.

give your gold and sweat to the king's advisors and chairmen. or get trampled by the round hooves of their horses.

poor horses and their hooves we dirty them with our gross blood we wish they could crush our bones without bleeding. 

for the king of course.

the king's horses should always be clean..

from up the farmer's hill fires arose.

the wrath of the noble men and the heavy hoves are rushing towards them.

a dirty peasant refused to open her dirty whore hole to a holy noble religion man.

she'd rather get fuck her dirty poor husband.

then by god's will the king's army shall deliver justice

justice for this poor soul that got offended on it's soil own soil.

the kings army marches up the hill with their blue banners to deliver justice for the poor Henery "Small dingle" Frederic as the king calls him, from the Wind church.

how could this holy priest get humiliated on his own land.

in the name of the wind gods and the great king we shall trample the village

rape it's women kill it's men and sell and torture it's kids for the greater good of our beloved kingdom.

as god commands us to do so

or atleast that's what the priest told us.

Up that hill i held my sword watching my fellow horsemen charge.

well they are not my fellows

the horsemen are noble men from the kingdom that practice pillaging vilages as sports

where the foot soliders like me are scum from normal blooded families.

but that doesn't matter as i'm serving my king.

as long as i still can get promoted to the castle's private army.

there i can provide for my family and protect them from horror's of the kingdom.

people always talk how the strongest of the warriors and the most loyal get chosen for the castle's private army

the palace is always safe so this army doesn't have anything to do they just drink all day long and fuck the royal whores 

and they could bring their families with them to live safely there.

it is known that the castle guard never leave the palace

it's paradise in there why would they come out.

they say the king's whores are all small and young for the king to enjoy

and his servants get to do as they like with them.

the king's garden has exotic plants and fruit.

they say he has some sort of apples that causes your cock to harden instantly.

So i have to fight.

not for the whores

not for the cock fruit.

but for my family.

i shall murder these unarmed men.

i shall paint the hill red

because of their insolance.

-Keep the focking gal' let me have this insolent fuck in my basement, i shall skin her then feed her to my hounds. she needs to suffer before meeting our god maybe he will forgive her sins if she suffereswell, said Henery.

i do not care about anyone but my self

i'm a selfish bastard

i always was

but

Fuck god 

Fuck his forgiveness

if god exists he won't torture this girl as hard as this sick man

so i

slit her throat.

...

The village kept burning till the first breezes of day light.

and every one from the capital saw The smoke from the hill.

-Let this be a lesson for any witches and devil worshipers in this land for god's justice is swift and his punishement is fire.-Wind church