Reaper and the hangman Together hand in hand Their hungry eyes are prowling Across this our virgin land
Monger and the black sheep Bonded in heresy Ruling from shadows behind the stage In this sinful symphony Thief and the enticer Brothers side by side Panning the rivers for traces of gold With starry eyes so blind
The scoundrel and the squire In hidden infamy Are clad in a robe of glory's glare By light of false chivalry
Tempter and the weak man For whom tomorrow mourn Are sowing the seed for the future grief As told in the script of the scorn Master and the slave now Choking by their own hands The treasures slipping through their fingers like sand In their victory quite not so grand
