Harried, harried
Queen Jezebel's pursuit
I hide in the thick
Of the juniper

Priestess of the old way
Followers of Baal
Your time is now to fall
In the evil deeds seen by the eyes of the lord

There is but one god
And the ravens fed me
He allowed the jug of oil to not run dry
And for the widows flour to sustain me

And in his name
I raise the dead