Years from now, no one will bother
To recall your good King Arthur
Because all of this
Will be mine
This
Will all be mine
I have a plan, it includes you
You, Juliana, will lead me to
Camelot
Where I will claim all that is mine
In the back of your wagons
My men will all hide
You'll sit up front as the gates open wide
Now watch me create
My mechanical army with pride
With this potion
I bought from some witches
A drop on this chicken
All watch as he switches
Into a weapon that I can use at will
Now this chicken
Can kill
- Behold... 'Bladebeak'
Step right up and enter quickly
I'll transform the meek
And sickly
Into iron