| Requiem Eternum, Lord of Ancients, Son of God. | 
| Requiem Eternal, Buried in this Holy Ground. | 
| They pray on heaven and on fire, deliver them from evil, Death. | 
| Their keys that keep their secret safe, are lost in war and now, | 
| they pay the price! | 
| They cannot be freed! | 
| They cry but there’s no other way, to free them. | 
| Blackened are the Priests, | 
| Of evil, drinking from their chalaces of blood, redeem them, | 
| Blackened are the Priests. | 
| Amist the holy cries of heaven, beneath the soddened earth, hell. | 
| The whitened collars of the dogs, that spew forth hardy thoughts, of life, | 
| Ah help them! | 
| Blackened is the mantle of the Priests. | 
| Amen! | 
| Blackened is the collar of the Priests. | 
| Blackened is the collar of the Priests. | 
| The Holy alter now of heaven, cannot deliver us from pain. | 
| (Postman pat and his Black and White cat!) | 
| God help them! | 
| The holy alter now of heaven, doth not deliver them from pain. | 
| They cannot turn their back on hell, from the grace they fell, | 
| All their futile efforts wane. | 
| They cannot be freed! | 
| They cry but there’s no other way, to free them. | 
| Blackened are the Priests, | 
| Of evil, drinking from their chalaces of blood, redeem them. | 
| Blackened are the Priests, | 
| Of evil, we try but there’s no other way to free them, | 
| Blackened are the Priests, | 
| Of evil, drinking from their chalaces of blood, redeem them, | 
| Blackened are the Priests! |