| As I tell of my deeds from last night
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| Druids sit with me, warriors too
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| Whilst I recount my unholy fight
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| It was late in the day when I walked with my men
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| We were hunting wild boar and dear
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| A lone figure approached, we readied our swords
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| I stood poised and readied my spear
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| As he approached I noticed his staff
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| And the cross that hung from a chain
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| Beneath his robe were the marks of the church
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| «There is no Norsemen or Dane!»
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| «Blessed be» were his words to me
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| Inside me a fury did grow
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| He spoke once more of the trinity of lies
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| And the peace that his church could bestow
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| «Enough!» |
| I barked at this waste of flesh
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| As I forced him down to the ground
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| «I know who you are and why you are here
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| And this holy deceit you propound.»
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| «You are here to destroy are trinity
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| And to spread your catholic lies
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| To rape our Goddess Eriu
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| And to darken our Pagan skies!»
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| «You are sent by our enemy Victricius
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| In the name of Jesus — The Christ
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| To spread the falsehood of Constantine
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| Who remained Pagan all his life.»
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| «Speak ye not of the church nor of Rome
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| Show me not the light that you follow
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| Poison me not with your biblical tome
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| Your teachings are empty and hollow.»
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| «No chariots nor lions have presented here
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| Nor Inquisitions to torture and maim
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| Hear my words when I say you will die
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| And my lands shall remain unchanged.»
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| I laughed as I pierced his wicked heart
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| And snuffed out his life so irrelevant
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| Another holy man dead on a cross
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| Come ye men of the cloth to your end |