Butterglory - Widows Smirk lyrics

Trumpets blare, pennants unfurl A hairdresser attends to the princess's curls The crowd convenes, carpet is laid The orchestra strikes up a grand Saturday Greetings proclaimed by the guard As the king and his men gather in the yard He lifts his hand, and through the royal cheers Raises his voice and says, "Lend me your ears" Widows smirk, the jester turns red The executioner's mask is pulled from his head The sun goes down, the crowd files away The orchestra forgets the next song they will play The guard disperse, the carpet is rolled The dogs are led in to keep away from the cold The king retires back to the throne But he will set through the whole night alone