He stands within halls of polished stone, Where his magnificent throne is shown. Young Shadowking sits, so gracefully grand, A perfect vision throughout all the land! His advisor stands near with wisdom and grace, (Oh, her grace!) Reflecting pure beauty in that royal face! He is good looking! And modest too! (Especially modest!) The finest facade for the world to see! His majesty reigns in this castle so grand, He commands these orcs to get off his land! The Orcs at the gate give a snarling sound, They think their brute strength will bring him down! But Shadowking smiles with such measured might, A subtle defiance shining ever so bright! His advisor nods near with wisdom and grace, (Oh, her grace!) Reflecting pure beauty in that royal face! He is good looking! And modest too! (Especially modest!) The finest facade for the world to see! His majesty reigns in this castle so grand, He commands these orcs to get off his land! F*** OFF ORC! GET OFF MY LAND His advisor says soft words of praise! (She speaks the truth now) But he knows their brute force just won't sway his gaze! He is good looking! And modest too! (Especially modest!) The finest facade for the world to see! His majesty reigns in this castle so grand, He commands these orcs to get off his land! F*** OFF ORC! GET OF MY LAND Done!
