Wolves of Prayer

Over the sea, the Black and the Fair

On heathen soil to moor

Heaven's breath rife in the sails

Bound for Saxon shore

Clutching close the lore of their god

Emissaries of the light

Sworn to inspire the primitive lords

And sway their steadfast tribes

Ward the groves and shrines

Thwart their foul designs

Seeds of destruction are blighting the land

We must face them united, extinguish the flames

Till the rivers are stained with their treacherous blood

And the menace is withered and waned

Shackled tight, with dogma entwined, loyalty misplaced

Fellow men damned to hell, inborn ideas debased

Liturgies made with relics ordained, fostering distrust

That word may reach the halls of power and allied minds be lost

Wolves of prayer with zealous schemes

Are stalking our domains

Pledged to bend our masters' ears

And claim them for their faith

Guardians of the native rites

Suspicious minds decree

With haste to seize these furtive fiends

Lest the winds of change proceed