[Intro] [Driving 102 BPM two-step groove, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and singing fiddle, twangy Telecaster riffs and tight punchy drums] [Verse 1] May the seventh, sixteen ninety-seven A flash of fire reaching up to heaven The royal watch is sleeping off the gin The moonshine tavern let the madness in The dead king rests in the palace halls While the smoke is creeping through the castle walls A silent fire in the attic starts Burning through the kingdom's mighty heart The timber cracking in the midnight gleam Nobody waking from the drunken dream [Pre-Chorus] Running with the king as the ceiling breaks! The empire falls for a fool's mistakes! Dragging out the grave to the open square! A kingdom of smoke in the blackened air! [Chorus] Burn down the crown in a seething roar! Faster than the gallop of the dogs of war! Centuries of iron melting to the ground! Screaming for the kingdom as the walls come down! Strike Tre Kronor, strike the cellar floor! An empire that won't be anymore! [Verse 2] A thousand books scattered in the soot Consumed by the blazing and the burning foot The library lost to the screaming heat The history running in the blazing street And in the courtyard, chaos has begun A royal treasure melting in the sun No saving grace and no savior's hand Only dust left for the northern land [Chorus] Burn down the crown in a seething roar! Faster than the gallop of the dogs of war! Centuries of iron melting to the ground! Screaming for the kingdom as the walls come down! Strike Tre Kronor, strike the cellar floor! An empire that won't be anymore! [Outro] Tre Kronor i aska. [Pedal steel solo trades bars with twangy Telecaster over a driving two-step, finishing on a crisp country stop]
