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