Raven House Poets - The Black Robe Lyrics

Shadows cast through the trees
There's a Black Robe on his knees
The brave approaches, makes no sound
Draws his bow, stays low to the ground

The Robe speaks to his god above
Professes his deepest love
He knows just what the lord will prescribe
To take this land and convert this "heathen" tribe

Footsteps tread on this virgin land
Leaving bodies of friends in the sand
From across the water came the spirit of death
Spewing the stench of Jesuit breath

First Nations rise
As the Jesuit movement dies
The Black Robe never had a prayer
Pages left torn by the claws of a black bear

Footsteps tread on this virgin land
Leaving bodies of friends in the sand
From across the water came the spirit of death
Spewing the stench of Jesuit breath

From across the water came the spirit of death
Spewing the stench of Jesuit breath