the spoils of war will make them fall

The battle lost

As HM the Tiger gave his decree

The losers won on the spot

The winners left fuming

The back door was open

The traitors came and took it

With Judas Iscariot guarding

Every move came up in the plan

The loose coalition of the bad

Now they need to satisfy their loot

Too many cooks will spoil the soup

The back stabbing will begin

Karma leaves them the fun

Let them drown in their false hope

Champagne champagne champagne

Bathe in their filth as fire hit them

When karma turns the wheel

The bad will realize what will hit them

No matter how many rounds of praying

The sins will hit them to the bottom

Now they can celebrate

Bask in the glory fought

It will be a short duration

The spoils of war will make them fall