All mortal flesh must heed the call
The earthly servant fears the fall
Not quite that holy after all
Insignia and ornaments
Are futile in the face of death
For the delegate of God
They shall give their pristine blood
Sweet young life to fill his veins
And thus bring him back again
Three coins and glory shall be paid
Prepared are needles, pins and blades
The scarlet stream in cascades flows
A blessing in their dying throes
And for the vicegerent of God
You shall give your pristine blood
Your young vigor in his veins
Shall prolong his holy reign