Warrior Monks Of Whitehawk

Warrior monks! Whitehawk! Warrior monks!

The warrior monks are on their way

No absolution, they're gonna make you pay

Cos you've been bad and you'd better beware

If you're living sin, you'd better say your prayers

They'll take your teeth out

With a crucifix

Remove your balls and fill your sack with bricks

So stop your talking

And finish your beer

There's no escaping,

They're already here!

The warrior monks

Of whitehawk

Permitted to kill,

But not allowed to talk

A vow of silence

And killing for the lord

All naughty boys and girls die by the sword

The executors

Of cardinal sin

Drink their bucky

And then begin

Free from the cloisters

Ordained to kill

The removal of limbs

Is their holy skill

Rome has decreed

You shall be slain

For mead and wenches

Are on your brain

There's no way out,

You will succumb

To red hot pokers

Up the bum

"Brethren - we are gathered

Here today to take our holy vows of violence.

To venture beyond the borders of darkest whitehawk,

And to prosletyse the unwashed

Masses of brighthelmstone & hova.

For they live by the ways of the devil and his minions,

And must be purged of this ungodly

Heresy, if needs be by tortuous death."

"To war! God wills it!"

They return to the abbey

With their severed heads

Say their prayers,

Climb into bed

They dream of when

They'll again be free

To preach the word of God

On a killing spree