Vanity, vied and templars took measure, miming tiger and crane
Chiseled out a heathen contender, vilified from heel to mane
Gun the engines, droll militiamen blade to blade, tongue to tongue, run!
Kith and kin with shielded skin, bent into the pyre, will not surrender to the din of the old and blood choir
Pirate or prince, bangle or sod, we spread the finer linens for warriors and dog like gods