The Book of the Moose - Chapter 1The Book of the MooseChapter 11 I come to you as a humble prophet in the shadow of the Great And All Powerful Moose, the Antlered One, whose name must never be uttered in the presence of the unholy. Our God, -------.2 From the cold and frozen wastes of Canada he came, bringing life to the world. All his creations, the Biebers, caribou and moose, the buffaloes, bears, and Canadian goose, all give testimony and sing the song of Our Lord's power.3 There will come a time when all evil has been smitten underneath a pure hoof, when all traces of greed and unkindness are skewered by the Antlers. Uncle Sam shall be banished to the farthest rings of the Underworld, and The Moose God shall bring his nation of Canada into glory once again.
Carry Me DownCarry me down to the candlelit bay,Leave me to weep by the lone fallen graves.Rest me among the souls of the damned,Bury our pasts with the soil of the land.I lie praying for those who have passed,While mem'ry lingers with lives that are last.Drown each in remembrance, yearning for years,Each age refilling the glass flask of tears.The ships wait in harbor, unfurl thy sails.A new king is risen, all turn round and hailThough the maidens in green field, hill, and glen,Know war that shall bloom, again and again.Hear, in the mountains the clarion's call.Bring forth soldiers, mighty bloodtrance and all.Impure legions of scarlet, knight and horse,Prepare to relapse 'neath grayscale remorse.So lay me down again, amidst broken stars,Watch as I weep over fresh blood and scars.War runs in veins deep, in cycles untold,Carry me down, to the sorrows of old.