Lyrics:

Stray never 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.