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
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!

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