Battle honour and victory shall be ours To commemorate our dead To banis their "evil" from this world And recreate the pagan paradise that was tramppled under-foot The witches shall again become the wise, in this our new land of the young We, who contorl the storms. Our victory is their demise The "harmony" has broken and as christendom falls They will see the horror of that which they did do unto us We shall prevail [J. Fogarty 8/1/96]