And the Pope who launches
The crusade against Flanders.
“They come, the hirelings,
At the smell of blood;
Bands of dogs,
Of serpents and hyænas.
They hunger, they are athirst.
Poor land of our sires,
Ripe for ruin and death.
“’Tis not Don Juan
And the Pope who launches
The crusade against Flanders.
“They come, the hirelings,
At the smell of blood;
Bands of dogs,
Of serpents and hyænas.
They hunger, they are athirst.
Poor land of our sires,
Ripe for ruin and death.
“’Tis not Don Juan