"The bishop's smile, a gilded, hollow thing, hides taxman's greed, and whispers of the king; the knight's sworn oath, a rusted, broken chain, while village elde

"The bishop's smile, a gilded, hollow thing, hides taxman's greed, and whispers of the king; the knight's sworn oath, a rusted, broken chain, while village elders plot for whispered, selfish gain; no judge's word, nor lord's decree rings true, in thirteen twelve, what's left for us to do?"