Wolfshead God has forsaken thee
The Crown defied
Your Legend thrives
Wolfshead God has forsaken thee
Your time is nigh
Black Arrows fly
Vagabonds came to the forest
Outlawed shunned spurned
Dispossessed desperate
Dwellings burned
Permitted to be killed on sight
Surviving is to live and to fight
Safety in the bossom of the trees
Better to die standing than to live on your knees
Taking from the wealthy giving alms to the poor
Confronting corrupt clergy and their unjust laws
From a villainous band rebellion grows
Blades sing bows loose and blood does flow
Wolfshead God has forsaken thee
The crown defied
The legend thrives
Wolfshead God has forsaken thee
Insurrection begun
For the horned one
The oppressed call for a saviour
In the Greenwood he dwells
Tormenting the conquerors oppressors
Dispatching them to their Christian hell
Pallid maiden
The Millers son
Henchman large not little
Scarlett frothing with bloody spittle
Look
Blessed be Lord of the trees
The Hunters son rules the wood
Noble savage clad in the hood