The Black Knights

In a time of Myth and magic
When Kings would Rule
And the Poor would Slave
Rose a Prince with a heart so cruel

Son of a Widowed King
He set forth for power & glory
With the ancient book of the dead
His father’s death would be gory

Dressed in Black
Bain was his name
With a long dark cloak
Chaos was his game

His hair was pitch black
String like with curls
With riches galore
Rings of gold & pearls

He called forth The Black Army
And from the Ashes Of Hell
They rose – Black Knights
And so the Kingdom Fell

So Bain set forth
With his Black Army by side
Killing & slaughtering
The innocent fell & died

The Black Knights were unstoppable
An army of  undead
Blood rain would fall
As the sky turn red

After a decade of hell
Noman was left
But this put Bain in a sorry mess
As the undead lived on death

So his army turned
& Bain fell victim
To the fruits of his evil
How could he pick ‘em?

So here The Black Knights Rule
A Desert world
No Man or Animal
In the Kingdom they held