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 k**, but not allowed to talk A vow of silence and k**ing 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 k** The removal of limbs is their holy sk** Rome has decreed you will 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 ma**es 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 d**h." "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 k**ing spree