The rising sun blazoned like the knight's frown. As he brandishes his sword and puts his bible down.
He is filled with a resolute desire for vengeance
His tabernacle like his soul muddied brown. As he mounts his horse and prepares for the journey to town.
He is swamped with desire to give judgement
He trots down the scraggy narrow path.
Until he finds a troll worthy of his wrath
He lifts his sword and can see a reflection on his blade
He remembers the bloodthirsty ways of those on the raid
He looks down and says "do you know the judgement I wish to forebay"
The troll turns and squeals then smiles
The troll turns and squeals then smiles and takes his chance to
The troll turns and squeals then smiles and takes his chance to sleigh.