Ethan June Evans - Hang The Bard Lyrics

Come one, come all, the theater calls, the curtain is drawn from the stage
Come take a seat and rest your feet for a tale of a golden age

A hero leads his men to war with reason and God on his side
The courtesan he's falling for dreams of becoming a bride
The wandering fool is on the floor, the jester won't jest with the shrew
The wise men keep their thoughts to themselves, but would you hang the bard, would you
The hero bends to kiss the ring, his men lay in the rain
The court is sand, begins to sing as blood emerges from the drain

Aah
Ooh

The hero makes the journey home, a head upon a blade
His face is shaved down to the bone and hurled o'er the barricade
The wandering fool is on the floor, the jester won't jest anymore
The wise men keep their thoughts to themselves, but would you hang the bard, would you
The lover's hands are bathed in red, the maidservants make up their bed
As the devil you know whispers in your ear, oh, would you hang the bard, would you

Aah
Ooh

As the devil you know whispers in your ear, oh, would you hang the bard, would you