A bold little dungeoneer was standing one day

On the side of a green painted vale

And hanging above 'im here, the face of a fay

With a penchant for making us quail

In the antechamber, sat watching the screen

The rest of the dungeoneer's team

Old Mogdred was charmless and quite far from harmless

With dangerously high self-esteem

SHRUD, SHRUD, glorious SHRUD

Nothing quite like it for showing up duds

So burst out your bubble

Put down your shovel

And then let us chuckle at glorious SHRUD

The white-faced malevolence said he was the boss

And he shut up Lord Treguard so proud

The team will not have a chance if Mogdred gets cross

He's hit them with magic called SHROUD

Like thunder the letters had echoed, all six

Of the word that the team must dispel

If they cannot manage to undo the damage

Then they will look stupid as hell

SHRUD, SHRUD, glorious SHRUD

Someone took three brains and swapped them with spuds

While they fail the level

Watch them and revel

And laugh like a devil

At glorious SHRUD

The friends sitting on the stalls, they heard Treguard moan

The significance they didn't know

So Treguard upon the fools bestowed a long groan

And it sounded much like "Letter O"

They finally realised the letter left out

And blundered on thanks to that aid

But when they met Cedric

Again they were dead thick:

And tried to cast SHOVEL as SPADE

SHRUD, SHRUD, glorious SHRUD

Gets my jaw hitting the floor with a thud

So turn off the light, yeah

Come and sit right there

And we will watch Knightmare

And glorious SHRUD