Bring Me the Head of Metatron - Jaldaboath

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 its 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!