The story of your Masters, the ballad of RO-BO
In a time long forgotten, a tournament had begun
That brought together many folk, keen to shoot their gun.
Two mighty warriors emerged that day, Roman and Bobbins,
Crushing mortals 'neath their feet, punishing their sins
Oh the mighty horse of RO-BO, it was born upon that day
The people saw their new dread gods, and soon began to pray.
Of fire and destruction, the stories they do abound
As RO-BO swept across the Earth, conquering all that was around.
An Empire of great glory, and true magnificence
Unbelievers they were shunned, and soon made to see sense.
No-one stood before their way, and well, who frankly would?
To see such glorious rulers, so deserving of Godhood.
Countless were the epics, the legends RO-BO made
The battles that they breezed through, the games they won and played.
So fearsome was their infamy, that word it did soon spread,
So many of their scheduled foes, took to their heels and fled.
The ease with which they won their fights, laid heavy with RO-BO
A cry went out across the land to find a worthy foe.
Alas no-one was ever found, and complacency set in
So in crept through the back door, the lucky Team...something.
Countless are the versions that relate our Masters' demise
They all agree on one thing - it involved Hax and it involved Lies.
The nation took to mourning, that will last for many years
So join in on the grieving, and shed your heartfelt tears.
Oh RO-BO they lost that day, but like a phoenix burned
So worry not yea mortals, your Masters will return...
