His body was sheathed in heavy brasses, heavy brasses
He had a heavy red mustache
He was a living statue in brass
Count Brass's deeds were infamous
He had a double unicorn horse
He replaced the Lord Guardian
And had a flame lance of baroque design
His men were all afraid of his strange death machines
All afraid
They were so afraid
Tower to tower they lift helms and complain on the way back to Aigas Mòrtas
Loyal soldiers turned to marsh gibberers by an evil sorcerous hand
They chew off limbs and can scream "would you join us in death?"
Count Brass you better fix your magic war towers, better fix them post haste
All his men are all afraid of his strange death machines
All afraid
They are so afraid
All his men are afraid of his strange death machines