The Hungry Pyknic - Road Maps Lyrics

The sky is blue
And the trees are green
Armor shining in the sun
Heading out east of Valence
Know the battle has not begun
Out on the road
Ran into Raymond of Toulousa
His words are rogue
From his battles over Asia
Who blusters by
But the defacto margrave boy
Only fools fly
The same as the others employ
They are a kings toy
Their swords are sharp
But their minds are bare
Absolving absolution
Been sent out here to conquer
Lord they can't save themselves
The sky is red
And the land is rich
Signs of victory prevail
Egressing to Durazzo
Oh what it might entail
Through distant peaks
Met the money man of Milan
The biz repeats
Underneath the consecration song
As months go on
See the wealthy Bavarian
Their greed is strong
He escaped a contrarian
But he was no barbarian
Their swords are sharp
But their minds are bare
Absolving absolution
Been sent out here to conquer
Lord they can't save themselves
The sky is grey
And the walls are high
Enemy of a lost cause
Riding on past Nicaea
No time to greet a pause
The sky is black
And the trees are burnt
A force surrounds to assert
Over the isle of Cyprus
How many more will revert
A broken siege
Constable Conrad wants to win
Thou doth beseech
The sounds and sights are feeling grim
Down on the ground
Steven the coward was redeemed
His oath was bound
The process fails at the seams
Must leave swiftly unseen
No matter where you're from
Or the suit you wear
If then presented a path
Better not choose the wrong one
You could meet the devils wrath
What ever one may want
Or the aim you take
Your target's in the distance
Better deem your ambition
Its chosen by admission
If you take up in arms
And meet a dismal end
Outlived by a narrative
Create a clear perspective
Tall tales so affected
Their swords are sharp
But their minds are bare
Absolving absolution
Been sent out here to conquer
Lord they can't save themselves