It once was Eden, lush with life

nature's blushing maiden

but soon awash in bloody strife

where hope and love lay beaten

Where man presumed to rule

blinded by false gain

righteous and covetous left to duel

the downfall of his reign

The throne was his

the survey vast

his kingdom gone

not built to last

The geld rewarded

with greasy mammon

left unrecorded

in this empty canyon

Departed now the falsely loyal

the riders of the shirttails

all gone the peons made to toil

no more their anguished wails

And now he sits in sorry grace

to hold alone

a tarnished sceptre, a corroded mace

and only desolation to atone