Who will rid the land of this troublesome priest That brings only chaos and danger? Can ye not see the wolf staring out from the sheep? Harken to this time-weary ranger He's a desperate man with a dwindling flock In search of divine veneration He covets invaders running amok To offer the victims salvation Who will rid the land of this treacherous beast That embraces the rapine stranger Do ye not know the Temple is buried beneath The church of this money changer With delusions of grandeur and a hubristic mind He strives to be a man of the people The church so far up his kiss-stained behind When he laughs you can discern the steeple.