The denizens in and beyond these hills
Sought every sordid, sanguinary thrill
And in their wake a pill to weaken and stake through every ill
We trouped past dark satanic mills
Mustering dark winds and deathly chills
Ill born of miasms plague the villages
The dells and hamlets where it kills
Indiscriminately like a serial killing criminal, mentally ill
Prayers are offered in horde
Their frothing priest called the retarded bard
Ferries their empty prayers to the slaughtered Lord.
We abhorred what we saw practised in unnamed shires
We saw demons glinting behind pig eyes in rank byres that stank with silage
Rust coloured old violence
Land ruptured all violence
Execution without trial and
Berry tree hangings with smiling crowds
Smog hung over towns in leeching clouds
A black shroud, enter and never come out
A creeping doubt, even in us devout
Abounded thereout, the fiend walked throughout.
We evinced evil, evidence of gleeful crime, in every house
We covered our mouths and stifled shouts at the frightful sights which are His delight
Murderous masses for the murderous masses, the prelate and his pope are openly lambasted
Blasted from the chapel black oily rocks that landed, massive and antient
Drew hooded masses
Gashes where they crashed
Ashes of burnt babes mashed
Into the stone faces, plastered
Like poultice over lashed backs.
Alchemisland 
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