The sound of hoof beats 'cross the glade
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter
Beware the deadly flashing blade
Unless you want to end up shorter
Emperor Chrolman, Emperor Chrolman, he rides a pitch black steed
Emperor Chrolman, Emperor Chrolman, he's very bad indeed
Emperor: his gloves of finest mole
Emperor: his codpiece made of metal
His horse is blacker than a hole
His pot is blacker than his kettle
Emperor Chrolman, Emperor Chrolman, with many an cunning plan
Emperor Chrolman, Emperor Chrolman, you horrid little man.
Guess which song was this.