Home Of The Knave - Falconer

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.