In days of old when knights were bold,
They had this big round table.
They protected the innocent, hungry and cold,
Brought justice whenever they were able.

But today young knights so bold,
Rely on guns and blades.
They buy and sell hard drugs for gold,
Their justice another cold grave.

Today's knights are quite ruthless and cold,
Scruples they have not got.
Their brains once warm now are dead cold.
With drugs their brains do now rot.

Modern knights do not acknowledge life's beginning,
As they pillage and rape all around.
Their hell, is just now beginning,
Will never embrace or stand on Holy ground.