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,
Just kneel to the cross on the wall.
We've original sin,
But we might just get in,
If we beg to the cross on the wall.
It's love your neighbour,
And rattle your sabre,
But kneel to that cross on the wall.

See the roof fall.
Hear the bells crash.
As flesh and bone,
Turns to ash.
Tried to conquer the sun,
With the Christian frost.
The corpses' stench,
Beneath the cross.

And give them gold,
And they'll save your soul,
And 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.

See the roof fall.
Hear the bells crash.
As flesh and bone,
Turns to ash.
Tried to conquer the sun,
With the Christian frost.
The corpses' stench,
Underneath the cross.

And it's ever so wrong,
To dare, to be strong.
And it's ever so wrong,
To dare, to be strong.

But summer is a'coming and, arise, arise.