A Letter Concerning Dogheads

Stray never from your clan
Cynecephaly is abound
Beyond the wetlands to the East
Stray not there

We speak no jest
Our words not understated
Show reverence now

We've studied sacred texts of byzantine
Dogheads thirst for the blood of God's men
No soul at rest behind their bestial eyes

We speak no jest
Our words not understated
Show reverence now

(Hunt them down)

As with story of st christopher's mutation
Control us with their lies
Population, they've got us on the run

You medieval warped form of statesman
I'll not adhere to your obligations
They've got us on