Listeneth Lordingres this is our day The day we’ve killed the whore My axe smites the England’s rest It cuts the air and roars No crafty spells no damnation By dauntless hands I shield the nation The hag’s days are gone I f it’s for doing I’ve done!
I will rise my fate with the axe of hate! And when the day has come For you to face the truth I’ll drive my craving axe on you! Hail Pendragon Lord of the realm Christ shall arm thee today Hell is confounded back from holly England I see as they cower away Beyond this hell lies the salvation No heathen hangs on our destination The hag’s days are gone if it’s for doing I’ve done!
I will rise my fate with the axe of hate! And when the day has come F or you to face the truth I’ll drive my craving axe on you!
The forest cry I’m devil’s son for I have ceased her heathendom And all witchery of the hag Forgive me Christ for I have sinned Stains of blood within my being But I don’t feel the stain of the blade ‘cos she deserved, Lord she deserved T o die in blood, squirm in gore Her smashed head in my hungry hands On marble’s floor so white so clear Now lies a corpse in death No fear, she knew that she was coming to die!!!