JALDABOATH LYRICS

1. Hark The Herald

Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!

Hark the herald,
the war drums beating.
Hark the call,
the call to arms!
Sally forth,
and no retreating.
Saddle thy horse,
raise the alarm!

The king hath decreed,
us knights do battle,
for the honour,
of his fair queen.
Now we ride,
to meet the brutes on their own ground.
Mace,steel and lance,
has vengeance found

Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!

Deep entrenched,
Lord Asquith is hiding,
in his fort,
portcullis is down.
Lay siege will we,
and yield will he,
to declare the innocence,
of our queen (the whore!)

Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!

Women crying.
Witches scrying.
Banners flying.
Knights dying!

2. Calling On All Heraldic Beasts

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Are you listening up high?

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Calling on all Heraldic Beasts.

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hippogriff.

When mere and Griffin meets and mate
their offspring share a curious fate
one half is horse with hooves and tail
the rest is eagle claws and nail
and has a horse it likes to graze
in summer meadows dowsed in haze
yet has the eagle it can fly
above the clouds with dreams be high
with such a beast i am endeared [?]
emigrant [?] no less this beast has called
this crossbreed is but one of many
when on our shields we'll conquer any

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Calling on all Heraldic Beasts.

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Cockatrice.

As dragon and rooster to come as one
a birth is given to an unruly son
with the head of his father and body of scales
tis oft confused with the dragon of Wales
hatched from an egg where the king of toads
caught its gaze the beholder explodes
as rooster he calls the new days beginning
as dragon he roasts those guilty of sin
this Cockatrice surely belongs in hell
and on his greet the snake farewell
but raised in the crypts Jaldaboath dictate [?]
to attend his master with a call of his name.

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Calling on all Heraldic Beasts. [x2]

Lion. Wyvern. Cockatrice.
Calling on all Heraldic Beasts.

Griffin. Dragon. Unicorn.
Calling all to the banners adorn.

Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Calling on all Heraldic Beasts. [x4]

3. Bash The Bishop

Oh Yes!

The toll bridge was closed,
south of the town.
My kinsmen were barred,
even though I wore a crown.
When I asked for a reason,
we were told to be submit.
T'was on the order of the bishop,
of Cicestransis.

Extremely vexed were we,
at this outrages affront.
It crossed my mind the bishop,
was probably a c*nt.
We rallied our men from pillaging,
and plowing up the farms.
Blast the trumpets loudly,
a call to their arms

Bash the bishop,
in his head.
Bash, bash,
until he's dead

We stormed to the cathedral,
but he was not to be found.
A nun we spared the truncheon,
claimed he'd gone to ground.
The earthly smell around us,
confirmed these words as true.
I swore I'd throttle his little neck,
until his mitre be blue

We chased him to his cloisters,
where we found the host had fled,
leaving sixteen strappled strumpets,
weeping in his bed.
The choir boy complained,
about the "Pagan things" he'd done.
We chased into the night,
to finish what we'd begun

Bash the bishop,
in his head.
Bash, bash,
until he's dead

Bash!
Smash!
Crash!
Dash!
Bash!
Smash!
Crash!

Saddle up!

We finally caught the miscreant,
by following the stench.
He'd been living north of Saddlescoombe,
which a rather buxom wench.
We pled for him,
to take his punishment like a man,
but instead he fled to Fulhingm
sulken tears into his hand

Bash bash bash!
Bash bash bash!
Until he's dead

4. Seek The Grail

Percival!
Hark the call!
Venture forth!
Seek the grail!
Travel wide!
Seek the land,
of the king,
who was wounded!

Seek the Grail!
Seek the Grail!
Seek the Grail!
Seek the Grail!

Sir Percival,
seek the bleeding lance,
and mend the broken sword.
Look for the isle of Avalon,
and seek the wounded king,
and heal the wasted land

It takes more than strength,
you need,
pure heart,
to recover what was lost

Persevere learnest thee.
What is the secret,
of the grail?
Land and King,
heal as one!

Sharpen why wits,
and bleed thy heart,
for the question shall be asked.
Thy quest doth not bring happiness,
but the land shall surely die unless,
The Holy Grail is found

It takes more than strength,
you need,
pure heart,
to recover what was lost

Percival!
Hark the call!
Venture forth!
Seek the grail!
Travel wide!
Seek the land,
of the king,
who was wounded!

Seek the Grail!
Seek the Grail!
Seek the Grail!
Seek the Grail!

5. Axe Wielding Nuns

Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns

A battle weary knight sometimes needs a rest
to place his heavy head on a wench's breast
where the horse is well kept and his sword well oiled
his undergarments washed when they've been soiled

There is near Bagger Bridge such a place
to bring a smile to a knight's long face
to veer off a battle my stallion runs
to the convents of Axe Wielding Nuns

Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding
Hell hath no fury like the Axe Wielding Nuns
like a fire branded crucifix between the buns

Mother superior doth speak with grace
but if needs must she can handle her mace
the art of fighting is a solemn vow
thousands are certain common know how
They're gracious[?] interluder for they're chance to fight
for the glory of battle and a hot steamy knight
for another chance when they are able to wield
the double headed axe and the blazing shield

Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding
Hell hath no fury like the Axe Wielding Nuns
like a fire branded crucifix between the buns

Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns

When we ride out to meet our foes
a little surprise keeps them on their toes
for following behind is a garrison of nuns
some heavily pregnant with bastard sons
they swing their axes with gusto and might
'tis oft our enemies off get a fright
at the sight of somersaulting nuns at arms
axes in hand and cleaving fucking skulls

Axe Wielding Nuns ... [x10]

6. Jaldaboath

If your castle needs defending,
just call Jaldaboath.
If your catapult needs a-mending,
Just call Jaldaboath.
They'll make you dance,
the merry Jig Of Death,
dark minstrel's melodies.
Writing secret script,
from behind a crypt.
Jaldaboath!

For protection of your sires,
Just call Jaldaboath.
For your wenches' dark desires,
Just call Jaldaboath.
Whistlers in the castle,
blow a haunting melody,
writing secret script,
from behind a crypt.
Jaldaboath!

They say they are the best,
to where a chain mail vest.
The victories they've won,
are renowned.
These knights can't be beat,
they're strangers to defeat.
By no orders of the wyvern,
are they bound.

If your dragon needs a-slaying,
just call Jaldaboath.
If your minions aren't obeying,
Just call Jaldaboath.
When the Dark Ages get too much,
and there's no hope to be found,
writing secret script,
from behind a crypt.
Jaldaboath!

7. Bring Me The Head Of Metatron

Riding Hell's barren wastes,
on my steed,
this host of monsters
are my creed,
and in battle,
we shall bleed.

Bring me the head of Metatron!

We tally for the cup of Christ,
The Holy Grail,
in my battle armour,
and chain mail.
When the wind blows,
we shall set sail

Bring me the head of Metatron!

Where does he dwell?
No one can tell,
but it's north of the citadel of Londinium.
Grand master of lies,
dispatching his spies,
south to the Castle of Rhydian

North we shall ride,
steel at my side,
an order from
the Knights of Malta.
Too long he has sat,
on his throne of mockery.
When we meet,
there shall be slaughter!

Bring me the the head of Metatron
Now!

8. Jacques De Molay

"...I made the contrary declaration only to suspend the excessive pains of torture,
and to mollify those who made me endure them..."

Grand Master - 33rd degree, did take to the grave his masonry,
He left his mark on the Turin shroud, but was burnt alive for the parisian crowd

Denied the christ, trampled the cross, rode to jerusalem on his horse.
At the stake, he renounced his lies - the smoke left hanging in the skies

Jacques De Molay!

Thou art avenged Jacques De Molay! For tis friday the 13th today.
The royal blood they did chasten, for the execution of this mason

Jacques De Molay!

"...The life offered me on such infamous terms, I abandon without regret..."

They buried the mighty heretics, these Templars with their magic tricks.
But fire's freedom laughed the last, and echoes loudly from the past.

9. March To Calvary

[Instrumental]

10. Da Vinci's Code

[Bonus Track]

More than simple superstition, the blood-line survived the crucifixion
The hospitaler knights of St Jogn, they hid the secret holy spawn

Da Vinci left a hidden trail to holy blood and holy grail
The christ indeed had kith and kin
Born from the womb of Magdelene

Initiate of illumination, Da Vinci left the clues
Of christ's secret blood-relation, the royalty of the jews

Da Vinci left a hidden trail to holy blood and holy grail
The christ indeed had kith and kin
Born from the womb of Magdelene

The truth threatens the Roman cult, so the pontiffs hid the youth
Only adepts of all things occult come close to find the truth...







JALDABOATH LYRICS