Home Of The Knave
Once upon a time
There was a restless king in charge
What could he contribute
To write some history?
Gold he had plenty of
But plenty could be more
So onwards he marched
On reasons quite obscure
With a blindfold and sword
Come deliver us from evil
Great saviour of all
So honest and brave
Your land of the free
Is the home of the knave
Echoes of crusaders
Were heard across the world
As he fought against
The legions sent from hell
Shadows of the templars
Are yet again a fact:
Creeds are cast aside
Determination's still intact..