So Do Not Mistake These Ashes

Onward!
 Release the lands from heathen's grasp
 By the dawn the prophecy it will be met
 May the lord bless this mission as we carry forth
 The heathen blood will sully this land nevermore
 Ashes!
 Raze the thatch and cure the land
 Curse the false gods and those that worship them
 Your children were born unto this heresy
 Their blood shall render us forever free.
 Father hear our prayer
 Deliver us from despair
 We'll heed thy final call
 Oh, heaven help us all.
 Now the deed is done
 In the name of thy Holy Son
 We've passed your final test
 And laid thy foes to REST!
 Laid their camp to ruin,
 Slaughtered them all,
 And smashed of their idols profane!
 The young, the old,
 The women and children,
 All of them were slain!
 We've celebrated far too soon
 Under falling stars and a pale moon
 How quickly fortunes can turn
 Gaze upon the hilltop
 The wretched return