The Dog Headed Saint

There's once was this dog headed saint,
Living on the outskirts of town
He had paws like a bear,
And the strength of an army combined
Long ago he sat out to serve the most powerful man he could find
Oh he traveled the world,
Asking wiseman from east and from south
Show me where,
This man I can find

Now the wiseman replied,
There's a warrior king in the north
With an army of millions
And a kingdom of cannons and swords
So our saint traveled far,
Then he finally he arrived at the courts
Let me serve you, dear king, with my strength
Cause I hear there's no one
With the power that you hold

And our saint served him well,
Killing beasts of the sea and the sky
But one time late at night,
He could sense that the king had a fright
Now who scares you my king,
He refused to reply cause he knew
If I tell you, you'll leave,
But are saint swore that this was not true
So he told him 'bout satan the angel of light

Now the very next day, he took of, on his search once again
When he stumble upon a deep cave,
And he tumbled straight into hell
At the bottom he saw, all the demons, and the devil himself
Let me serve you, dear dragon, with my strength
Cause I hear there's none else,
With your power, and your excellence

And our saint served him well, as a warrior, and keeper of hell
But sometimes he would wonder why the devil should need all his help?
So he asked him one time,
But the devil refused to reply
If I tell you, you'll leave, but our saint swore, and once again lied
So he told him bout a man they called Christ

Once again he took off,
Oh he fooled all the demons of hell
Then he met with a monk,
And he asked where to find this man Satan repels?
You must fast and pray hard,
But the saint looked depressed to the ground
I have strength like a bull, in a fight, there's no match to be found
But what you ask, I don't know how

But the monk was no fool, but a wise man,
You can carry our people across
The river outside the city, we need someone as strong as an ox
Then one day this new born baby,
Needed help reaching the other side
When the saint crossed the river,
The child grew so heavy, that our saint cried out loud
The sins of the world must be carried by this child

Now some say the tears was the reason,
Some others the crossing itself
Some say the child must have healed him,
Some even claimed that they saw it themselves
Now whos right, where not certain, but one thing we do know for sure
The Dog-headed saint became human,
He's a baker, and he's living next door
To this lowly troubadour