Born of sin, no child within – he took the world by storm

Too many nights beneath the cross, his future taking form...the

Spirit passed all over him, been taught in art of war

Enforcing christianity with sermon and with sword (and...)

Deep at night, at the heathen tide

For the sake and the fierce wrath of god...he´s praying

Sherborne will resist, all England´s pride

Step closer to reveal the madness in his sight

And forevermore – religion will grow by hate...pile and burn the stake

Hail Hail Hail to the Warpriest

He´ll bath in blood tonight

Saint and saviour along with fury on his side

Say your name to the Warpriest

For absolution rite

Back to back with a sinner, fighting for their lives

And that´s the way you die!

Half a madman, lived in fever – punished by own hand

Half a godly spiritual, obsessed by his command (and...)

Always dancing with insanity

Burning brightly for eternal faith

Priest and soldier – never crossed their way

Sin will grow by hate...time to seal your fate