Throughout the land, a squire reigns supreme.
And up in the sky his star shines bright,
To caress the void of self esteem.

Serve an apocalyptic regime,
For those who at suffering delight,
Throughout the land, a squire reigns supreme,

A world undone has become his dream,
Nihilistic texts he must recite,
To caress the void of self esteem.

Psychopathy, a recurring theme,
Yet laying claim to a righteous fight,
Throughout the land, a squire reigns supreme,

Now honour becomes a spurious theme,
A facade to hide clear unbridled spite,
To caress the void of self esteem.

A cunning ruse, an proficient scheme,
Oblivion as your guiding light,
Throughout the land, a squire reigns supreme,
To caress the void of self esteem.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 916 AF.