Blood On The Black Robe - Cruachan

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