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.
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 | 
