Warriors of the Good
Sound your trumpet to summon all, ye evil angels to this feast
Rip the horns from the rams to gorge the hearts from the beasts
Sous yourself with the enemies blood, to ward off pious scent
Contest chess amongst the demons to bridge the crowned serpent
Put ones head in the lions mouth, where blood and thunder mix
Through vials of wrath and fire, stand behind the crucifix
Scatter wicked bones amidst the lions, abscond the snares of death
Behead the graven images by the sword of Nazareth
In the company of his Grace; this savage massacre subsists
The clashing of the Puritan athwart the iniquitous.
