The Occupation of XVII Centuries

The tide is turning...

Religion of Peace, cannot you see?

Your actions have brought much sorrow to me.

With cunning and blood you have advanced your cause:

mindless expansion without a pause.

This has cost me many a god.

Now my pantheon is not all that broad.

My people you forced to follow your ways,

now nearly forgotten the good old days.

Yet, you must have noted, your influence fades.

Modern thought this development aids.

Accept your loss and retreat from here

or else your end could be near.

Leave Finland, leave Europa as well;

here you will no longer dwell.

Cease festering my sacred groves.

Take your foul symbols away from my homes.

To you my knee will no longer bend:

The Occupation of XVII Centuries must come to an end.