Declaring war on God and on the Devil
has not come lightly, not without its costs;
long nights resulting in my own religion
of virtues far beyond the good and evil.
Such sweet a wife has thought to break her vows
and to this end I have unsheathed my sword
to conquer all who try to stand between
her sinning and my sleeping in her breast.
I don the armour forged by my own hands
for I sense a reckoning to come:
should she hesitate beside my bed
whilst God himself attempts to save her soul
I'll ascend to His own Paradise
and raze it leaving angels in my wake,
and in the fury of our careless lust
the Devil tempt me tarnish her at all
I'll run the bastard and his Hellhounds down
and leave him whimpering amid the thorn and gorse.
My deeds in these campaigns she cannot see,
nor would I wish her witness to them all;
to gaze on me as mercenary Templar,
and look upon herself the spoils of war.