The warrior monks are on their way No absolution, they're gonna make you pay
Cos you've been bad and you'd better beware If you're living sin, you'd better say your prayers
They'll take your teeth out with a crucifix
Remove your balls and fill your sack with bricks
So stop your talking and finish your beer There's no escaping, they're already here!
The Warrior Monks of Whitehawk Permitted to kill, but not allowed to talk A vow of silence and killing for the Lord All naughty boys and girls die by the sword
The executors of Cardinal Sin Drink their Bucky and then begin
Free from the cloisters ordained to kill The removal of limbs is their holy skill
Rome has decreed you will be slain For mead and wenches are on your brain
There's no way out, you will succumb To red hot pokers up the bum
"Brethren - we are gathered here today to take our holy vows of violence. To venture beyond the borders of darkest Whitehawk, and to prosletyse the unwashed masses of Brighthelmstone & Hova. For they live by the ways of the Devil and his minions, and must be purged of this ungodly heresy, if needs be by tortuous death."
"To war! God wills it!"
They return to the abbey with their severed heads Say their prayers, climb into bed
They dream of when they'll again be free To preach the word of god on a killing spreeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
