E nomine patris et fili et spiritus sancti; amen.
Summer is a-coming; arise, arise.
Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we kneel to the cross on the wall
It's love your neighbour and rattle your sabre
And kneel to the cross on the wall
See the roof fall; hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross
Summer is a-coming; arise, arise.
Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall
