The Magnificent Travelling Bastards

We three bastards with our vow
Coming to thee soonly now
Our stride is long, our path is true
Our road our fertile field to plow

A wayward spirit born anew
A crooked rod now beaten true
it is not your place to doubt
The glory we've in store for you

YOU

We three bastards by your grace 
Task-ed now to give thee chase
A buried breath, a darkened door
Find thee in this sacred place

A ship now beached at sunless shore
a light that chills, a virgin whore 
Would be such a shame to waste
The endless love we carry for

YOU