As I tell of my deeds from last night.
Druids sit with me, warriors too,
Whilst I recount my unholy fight.
We were hunting wild boar and deer.
A lone figure approached, we readied our swords,
I stood poised and readied my spear.
And the cross that hung from a chain.
Beneath his robe were the marks of the church,
"There is no Norseman or Dane!"
Inside me a fury did grow.
He spoke once more of the trinity of lies,
And the peace that his church could bestow.
As I forced him down to the ground.
"I know who you are and why you are here,
And this holy deceit you propound."
And to spread your catholic lies,
To rape our Goddess Eriu
And to darken our Pagan skies!"
In the name of Jesus - The Christ.
To spread the falsehood of Constantine,
Who remained Pagan all his life."
Show me not the light that you follow.
Poison me not with your biblical tome,
Your teachings are empty and hollow."
Nor Inquisitions to torture and maim.
Hear my words when I say you will die,
And my lands shall remain unchanged."
And snuffed out his life so irrelevant.
Another holy man dead on a cross,
Come ye men of the cloth to your end.
- To War
- I Am Warrior
- The Column
- Thy Kingdom Gone
- An Bean Sidhe
- Blood On The Black Robe
- Primeval Odium
- The Voyage Of Bran
- Brian Boru's March
- Pagan Hate
- The Nine Year War