This poem can be best enjoyed if one imagines that an old knight, circa 800 A.D., is lightly singing this as a lullaby to his grandson.

Untold, the tales of Knights of Gold

Untold, the tales of Knights of Gold
Ancient tales foretold – fight and show
Misplace the gold and face the truth
For Knights of Rock rise, at the dawn.

Gold lights shows but fills of greed
Rock dulls, bores but does the deed

Grandson, ye of little valor –
Listen to me, you Knight of Stone
Yore and lore are not attending
Unless you shake off your stupor.

The knights of gold bleed us, of our wealth
They steal, take, and haunt this great land
For decades they swoon the nobles,
And tarnish our reputation

Untold, the tales of Knights of Gold
Ancient tales foretold – fight and show
Misplace the gold and face the truth
For Knights of Rock rise, at the dawn.

Gold lights shows but fills of greed
Rock dulls, bores but does the deed

They take the attention of all
With their shining gear like heroes
Though on battlefields, like jesters
They boast of dragons, but really mice

Since the beginning, gold was weak
Since the beginning, rock was strong
Many eat gold, never eat rock
The rock has always been stronger

Untold, the tales of Knights of Gold
Ancient tales foretold – fight and show
Misplace the gold and face the truth
For Knights of Rock rise, at the dawn.

Gold lights shows but fills of greed
Rock dulls, bores but does the deed

Sing with me youth, and remember
Remember glory at its best
Remember honor, not money
Remember the brave knights of rock

Youth, you fail to impress but will
Since golden plains pleasure the eyes
but not the stomach. Gold is
Beauty but is easy to mend

Untold, the tales of Knights of Gold
Ancient tales foretold – fight and show
Misplace the gold and face the truth
For Knights of Rock rise, at the dawn.

Gold lights shows but fills of greed
Rock dulls, bores but does the deed