Alba s touto skladbou:
War of the Eight Saints,
From what evil place has this Englishman come from ?
His name Acud the Hawk evokes forboding
Why must we be pawns in the church's chess game ?
Our hard earned livelihoods reduced to shame
The people hear the holy spirit calling
All they need to hear is the good lord's name
Sons & fathers on the battlefield falling
At what expense do we kneel in Pope Gregory's name ?
Where must our good faith & allegiances lie ?
An oath to the papacy ensures your demise
They plot & conspire likea childhood game
Conceal your affairs & protect your good name
Why must we stand so helplessly by ?
As warring marauders corrupt & defy
Soldiers for hire,they'll protect for a price
Trust not their honor as bribes will suffice
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eight Saints,tyranny's disdain
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eight Saints,piously insane
How must our plight be resolved
When spies in our midst endanger our cause ?
When will those in true power stand
And fullfill their duty to honor our land ?
Solutions are few & cupboards are bare
Now the good people must conquer their fear
Bloodshed gives life to the battlefield sown
The citizen warrior has come to be known
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eight Saints,tyranny's disdain
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eights Saints,piously insane
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eight Saints,tyranny's disdain
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eight Saints,piously insane
Whoa ohh ohh ohh
War of the Eight Saints,War of the Eight Saints
