Scoundrel and the Squire

Reaper and the hangman

together hand in hand.

Their hungry eyes are prowling

across this our virgin land.

Monger and the black sheep

Bonded in heresy.

Ruling from shadows behind the stage

In this sinful symphony.

Thief and the enticer.

Brothers side by side

panning the rivers for traces of gold

with starry eyes so blind.

The scoundrel and the squire

in hidden infamy

Are clad in a robe of glory’s glare

by light of false chivalry.

Tempter and the weak man

for whom tomorrow mourn.

Are sowing the seed for the future grief

as told in the script of the scorn.

Master and the slave now

choking by their own hands.

The treasures slipping through their fingers like sand

in their victory quite not to grand.

The scoundrel and the squire

In hidden infamy

are clad in a robe of glory’s glare

by light of false chivalry.