Rabid b**h of the North - The Missionary lyrics

I was young I needed guidance The older ones sang their saga for me Hellraising leather angels Commandments inscribed in an opus The music was fast The message would last News travels soon there were more of us Chanting anthemic and glorious I woke from a sleep to hear melody Captivated by what I could be The music was heard I learnt every word Preacher from across the sea You speak to me Preacher from another land I understand Preachers from another time I want mine Recognize this calling missionary What was before is now irrelevant No life before metal now I’m becoming them Uphold these band of men and what they say Pa**ionate tales that illuminate A name I’d not known Your name is my own