Hark! The Mad King comes but once a year,
To fill your hearts and minds with fear,
For those who listen the rewards you'll reap,
Pay forth no homage, and ye shall sleep.
The Mad King's trick outweigh his treat,
A supreme general that can't be beat,
He'll test your wits to keep them keen,
That Mad King is oh so mean.
But now he's returned to his throne,
High atop a seat of bone,
So do not shed a single tear,
He'll be back again next year.
Mad King Thorn loves to thrill,
And your blood next year he'll spill,
So listen to my axiom words,
Get out of town you little turds!
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