Priest! Ha! utter unto my ears
why you would dare bother
to face your whimsy fears?

Priest! Fool! Throw your toys away!
Your god is vain, you, insane,
and to Him you'll inevitably sway!

Your power on Earth is derived from fear
that you should burn in hell
and so preach to all that lend an ear
to lie to them of hell

Priest! Fool! Know ye not of Micheal's sword?
which perversely fell, and began to rust
as shall all the faithful to the faithless lord!

Priest! Ha! Your incompetence is great
to think that petty water and blood
may help you avert your fate!
Accept your fate!