The creator of evil, in power once more
His obsession was that of gore
For no ordinary emperor was this in command
Random slaughter to satisfy his demand
THE BONE YARD
Brutally beaten, his daily desire
Made his enjoyment continue higher
Seeking to add to his growing bone yard
The rivers ran red with victim's blood
THE BONE YARD
The people gathered, discussing a revolt
Desiring this massacre to come to a holt
Their plan was to attack during his sleep
His unpleasant dreams of death, so deep
Weapons in hand, they headed for his great hall
A matter of seconds, of life-or-death, no time to stall
Under the cover of darkness, they set off to find their goal
To kill this barbarian with a heart of coal
And so they made their way to his fort
The families of the victims, so distraught
Adrenaline pumping through their veins
Revenge the only thing driving their brains
A sudden attack and the emperor was dead
The people celebrated while the emperor bled
His life concludes with a death equally as brutal and hard
Now he's a victim of his own bone yard
HIS.......OWN.......BONE.......YARD.....
i'm posting this because i probably will not use it in a song. i could imagine this song going up against a not-as-cheesy-as-is-normally power metal tune. this was inspired by a lesson in 7th-grade history about a chinese emperor.