Stray ne'er from your clan.
Cynecephaly is abound beyond the wetlands to the East.
Stray not there.

We speak no jest, our words not understated.
Show reverence now.

We've studied sacred texts of Byzantine.
Dogheads thirst for the blood of God's men.
No soul at rest behind their bestial eyes.

We speak no jest, our words not understated.
Show reverence now.

Hunt (them) down.

As with story of St Christopher's mutation,
Control us with their lies.
Population, they've got us on the run.

You medieval warped form of statesman,
I'll not adhere to your obligations.
They've got us on.