Blood on the Black Robe

Chieftains and Elders hear my words
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