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