To my village a stranger came Sent by the king to roam our lands A wooden cross upon his ugly self A book of lies in his greasy hands Listen to my history Of an alien god the stranger told A god bizarre, heartless and cold A tale of awful misery His lies did not sway my folk With scorn his story we did spurn From our village he was chased Little we knew he would return Twenty summers past again he came This time the priest was not alone Numerous soldiers all around him His scripture verses he did drone Listen to my history His vile stories we had to endure Deceitful gospels foul and unpure A tale of awful misery His prattle was only the beginning Commanding his soldiers to cut down Our holy oaks, our village temple The people betrayed by the crown Bravely we did struggle 'gainst the soldiers of the Christ Our blood we gave for our gods and our belief Many fine folk slain by the henchmen of the lie Our soul lies raped our hearts filled with grief Before long more enemies arrived Sent to us by our traitorous king To the Christ a church was built Where their vile hymns they did sing Listen to my history Our gods banished our faith forbidden Our worship endured in shadows hidden A tale of awful misery Scripture's lies now forced upon us Our way of life brutally taken away But my history will not be forgotten To our true gods again we shall pray