| Song | Scoundrel and the Squire |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Black Moon Rising |
| 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 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 |
| 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 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 |