Khoregate Hymnbook

Hymn No. 1

I met a (*) on the curtain wall
Kicked him off and watched him fall

Now he's not even two feet tall
Dirty old (*) Dirty old (*)

I caught a (*) or was it three
Strung 'em up by the nearest tree
Watched them dance like the three degrees

Dirty old (*) Dirty old (*)

I'm gonna build me a massive fire

Pile on (*), make it higher and higher

I'll burn you up on the funeral pyre

Dirty old (*) Dirty old (*)

Clouds are drifting across the blue

Sooty black, 'tis a wondrous hue

That's the last we shall see of you

Dirty old (*) Dirty old (*)

(*) : insert chosen enemy

 Hymn No. 2

All praise to Khoreg, our Warrior Lord
Who strengthens our Armour, our Shield and our Sword
Who leads us to Victory and grants us each day
The Death of our Enemies, so his foes pass away

A spear to the breast bone, an axe to the head
Oh what does it matter as long as they're dead
Their blood on the field, their bones decayed
The Death of our Enemies, so his foes pass away

For seven long seasons have I fought for thee
On plains and on mountains on land and on sea
But lead me again Lord back into the fray
The Death of our Enemies, so his foes pass away

If after this battle, I can fight no more
Then bury me deep friends this boon I implore
For Khoreg shall raise me despite the decay
The Death of our Enemies, so his foes pass away

Life is for fighting and death no excuse
An army in waiting and ready for use
So lead on again Lord by night or by day
The Death of our Enemies, so his foes pass away

Hymn No. 3

I've been a wild skirtie for many a year
And like all of the Celts I can't drink strong beer
But since that last battle I do naught but crawl
For it was on that day that I charged your shield wall

CHORUS

And it's no nay never no nay never no more
Will I charge at your shield wall no never no more

It was during that battle I thought is a gas
To be thrown o'er your shield wall and land in the
grass
And as I stood up I would strike a brave grin
Then I noticed your spear men were covered in tin

CHORUS

I'd heard of this state and knew what to expect
As my brave grin of triumph turned to sobs of deject
I fell to my knees and I started to beg
Then one of you bastards just cut off my legs

CHORUS X 2

Hymn No. 4

We killed in the morning when the world was begun
We killed all of those that our God saw as scum
We've come down from Heaven just to kill on the earth
For Teutonia where we had our birth

CHORUS

Kill maim whoever you may be
We are the knights of the sword you see
And we'll kill you all whoever you may be
For we are the knights of the sword you see

We killed on the Monday and we earned our fame
The skirtie people said it was a shame
So we whipped them and stripped them and hung them high
And left them there on a spike to die

CHORUS

We killed on a Friday when the sky turned black
It's easy to die with a dagger in your back
They'll bury your body and they'll pray that we've gone
But we are the knights and we still slay on

CHORUS

You may cut us down but we'll spring up high

For we are the knights who can never never die

You can fight with us or you'll die on your knees

For we are the knights of the sword you see

CHORUS

Hymn No. 5

All the bishops of Khoreg and Knights of the Sword

Watched as they got up and started to walk
They never drink water nor breathe of the air
And their loyalty's such that there's none to compare

CHORUS

Animation Congregation rise up and be strong
The (*) scum are here and there's work to be done
With your axes and maces and your halberds so bright
For to kill a few (*) for your Bishop's delight
Yes to kill a few (*) for your Bishop's delight

They die in their thousands and arise just as quick

They feel no pain 'cos their skins are so thick

They kill with no thought of saving themselves
They have no real thought except to kill (*)

CHORUS

Khoreg breathes life into those who will serve

In death if not life they get what they deserve

One life is too short we all need some more

Put faith into Khoreg you'll get three or four

CHORUS

Hymn No. 6

We kill our foes and scatter their limbs across the land
For we are Knights of Khoreg and kill them where they stand
We fight them in the treetops we fight them where they dwell
We fight them in the forests and send them down to hell

CHORUS

All this scum around us is sent from hell below
We kill them Lord, we kill them Lord
So Khoreg's church may grow

Though (*) do beset us and fill our hearts with fear
We know that we shall triumph we know all (*) are queer
Shirts open to the navel, medallions round their necks
They've started taking hormones so they can change their sex

CHORUS

(*): insert chosen enemy

Hymn No. 7

Knights of Khoreg on to glory

See our enemies dead and gory
Knights of Khoreg judge and jury
Condemning them to die

Arms and legs astounding
From the rocks rebounding
Skin and bones with swords and stones
Into this battlefield we are pounding

All our foes will soon be sorry

Khoreg's church march on to glory

It's the same old bloody story

Khoregate the world !