歌词
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!)[Solo/Bass Riff]
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!