| 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 |