Look, and behold, we lost all hope,
As the leaders all lost their face,
Shamefully falling in disgrace,
Longing for the hangman’s tight rope.
Hear, and witness, we lost all joy,
As the last knights died off in pain,
Taking with them chivalry’s grain,
And all we wait for is to destroy.
Ride on, brothers in arms, and fight,
Love and honour, hold to them tight,
And spread the seeds of betterness,
Ride on, brothers in pens, and preach,
Love and honour, keep them in reach,
And spread the seeds of forgiveness.