Once upon a time a young knave

Was born under the serpent sign

Thirsty for lands unknown

He armed for a quest into the forest of oath



In the dawn of the night he escaped

Far from home into the forest of death

Days and Nights he strayed around

Till he came to a place never’d been found



A cave so dark

His shadow unseen

For goblins apart

A bad place to be?



Awaited for days!

Surrounded soon

By dancing creatures

In the nightlight of moon



A young girl took him by his hand

Whispering words he couldn’t understand

She gave him a jar and a bottle of mead

And they danced and sang till the midnight heat



We’re ruler of the forest, shelter of the weak

We welcome you in the realm of treat



Sit down friend and be our guest

But abuse our grace

We set fire in your chest



The amiss virtues avarice and greed

He yield soon and began to seek

The treasure of his well patrons

Stole their gold and their loveliest maid



After years of fortune his young face changed

By a curse of the elders

Days faded, of weeks became years

His body was now frail and gross to see



We’re ruler of the forest, shelter of the weak

We welcome you in the realm of treat



Sit down friend and be our guest

But abuse our grace

We set fire in your chest



An old doter in the bloom of his years

Once to proud to heed the caveat

So try ever to deal justly

Abort the virtues avarice and greed