When a drow wins her slave, in the stories of old
she's a black as the grave, and her tits are so cold
with his nuts in her palm, and his lance in her hand
for Lolth and desire, he comes in her hand.

No charger have I, and no sword by my side
'cos some bitch has robbed me, and left me hog-tied
now as I lie here, my body all red
my quest is to screw that black bitch til she's dead.

When a Knight won his spurs