Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost Summer is a-coming; arise, arise.

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