Gods Holy War
Oh! Sleep come claim me for thine own
My mind it wanders far and deep
To distant lands and shores unknown
Far beyond this castle keep
To fight for God on land and tide
To make the heathen understand
My kindred brethren at my side
A christian vow a sword in hand
Their foreign tongues and ritual chants
Oh! Lord they know not what they do
Forgive them Lord their ignorance
Their demi-gods they falsely woo
God grant me strength to bare the proof
From those that practice to deceive
Sins of the flesh and cloven hoof
Oh! What a tangled web they weave
'Tis only death and death alone
Will cleanse the soul and purge the mind
As rabid dogs tear flesh from bone
The will of God his axe they grind
The Devils work must ne'er be done
Cross not our path nor bar our way
The Lord our God thy will be done
The Judas tree will rock and sway
No equal nowhere on this earth
Cruel deeds to shame Marquis De Sade
Whilst crimson tides iinfuse the dirt
Our just and holy Lords crusade
For Hell i've seen and made my own
Grant me my Lord my endless sleep
What devils deeds and seeds we've sown
In Christs own name how he must weep
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2014
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