1. CHAMPIONS OF GOD'S WILL

O, ye who believe, come join us,
We walk the path of the Lord.
Onward unto salvation, join us,
Reject us and die by the sword.

There is not much room for argument,
We are the infallible, the innocent.
Will you not revenge our oppressors?
For we have been caused much bereavement!

They dare mock us with their insolence,
Their heathenry shall not go unnoticed.
How else do we make sense out of our lives?
Our unselfish, conquest adjusted lives.

We will paint the sky in deep crimson red,
With our pens inked in unreasoned rage.
We will butcher these travesties of men,
For they insult our slightly trite ways