Scoundrel and the Squire - Falconer

Reaper and the hangman

Together hand in hand

Their hungry eyes are prowling

Across this our virgin land

Monger and the black sheep

Bonded in heresy

Ruling from shadows behind the stage

In this sinful symphony

Thief and enticer

Brothers side by side

Panning the rivers for traces of gold

With starry eyes so blind

The scoundrel and the squire

In hidden infamy

Are clad in a robe of glory’s glare

By light of false chivalry

Tempter and the weak man

For whom tomorrow mourn

Are sowing the seed for the future grief

As told in the script of the scorn

Master and the slave now

Choking by their own hands

The treasures slipping through their fingers

Like sand

In their victory quite not so grand