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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