[b][u]Those in the Stronghold[/u][/b]

Crucifixer why do you persecute us?
Here in these halls stained red
You somehow claim to be virtuous
While so many now lie dead
What wrong have we committed?
Why are our lives forfeit?
The grief you bestow goes unremitted
Your steps come like a woeful portent
Around this corner a fresh body hangs
Another of your victims tragically splayed
At the sight I am pierced through with pangs
Am I to be the next one flayed?
Crucifixer, thou art a devil!
Let me escape with my life
Upon the throne I must revel
Save us both this strife
But, lo, even now, I hear the demon's approach
Crucifixer you have come at last!
Upon my birthright you now encroach
You think you've won, but not so fast!
Here I have made a stronghold
Your treachery cannot reach me here!
Toil away, struggle and fold
But I will forever be near