Olde Englund

Farewell to bloody olde Englund
For we know That London fell
And all your kingdom undone
Oh yes that's all good and well

Goodnight ye merry gentlefolk
Thee world is flooded on your isles
Too late to take the stolen stock
No time to repent wicked wiles

So hail the grail is frail and fraught
Forsaken for the greed has caught

The western shores are moribund
Farewell to bloody olde Englund




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Written on 2026-01-06 at 20:30

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