Staring at the life force as pie

Do you ask yourself why

They never kept the face?

Knapsacks were once just for food

And nothing else should intrude

Oh it's a disgrace

Now the teams come running in, I'm in a rage

Why does Treguard ask each dungeoneer their age?

No more Rowe, just CGI for rooms

Treguard beside the fireplace

Looks Majida in the face

Watchers spurned behind a burning hearth now

And so Knightmare can grate

Why'd they animate

A spellbook? What a state

It may make you hate

But don't look back in anger

At Series 8

Why do teams leave via the woods?

Don't know if they should

Is it night or day?

Treguard does weird stuff with his hands

Why's he wrecking his brand?

Majida, must you stay?

They tried to start an evolution with Reach wand

How I wish a team would smash it and abscond

Skip your way through blades past Level 2

Stand up: no seats, no not a trace

Lord Fear's helmet has a face

And we ain't ever gonna turn the clock back

And so Maldame waits

Amid all the traits

That make this year not great

It may aggravate

But don't look back in anger

At Series 8

So Smirkenorff sits

He's stuck in a pit

As we watch, we deflate

You may feel irate

But don't look back in anger

At Series 8

So much irritates

And three decades late

I sit here and berate

But don't imitate

No don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger

At Series 8

Or Knightmare's fate