With magick wiles the heathen girls
Doth the path of justice unfurl
Brandishing their torch of truth
To **** the evil spirits, forsooth
To redeem a stolen, pillaged pearl

All eyes turn round, to see the loves
And upon the naked truth mind roves
Our spirits are our treasure troves
Trodden down by bad man's hoofs

Our torch of truth their evil proves
With hearts of stone that can't be moved
We dance with torch and ward them off
On divine zephyr borne aloft
To go to adoring heavenly cove