Medieval Evil

Drink up my love
Though the maiden no hath
In a goblet carved with doves
Where evil finds it's wrath

There's no path that leads to wisdom
But many mountains sharp and steep
Be careful how you follow your wisdom
You won't need it if you leap

And there thy castle lays
Stones engulfed in fire
The king has numbered his days
And a dagger in the heart of a squire

Here there be no dragons
But sorcerers you'll find
With knights all a-laggin'
And wickedness on each mind

Magic holds the key to life
As enchantment does so too
Where bloodthirsty goblins run with a knife
And warlocks stalk princesses to woo

And so begins a battle
Of evil versus good
Free horses with just saddles
Warriors fighting like they should

Blood is drawn, deep red
Bodies fall to a heap
Predictions come true of prophecies said
A large river of red, extremely deep