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 For the vicegerent of God You shall give your pristine blood Your young vigor in his veins Shall prolong his holy reign