He conquers islands, the victorious city
He sleeps the sleep of the dead
Hidden inside there is no pity
He sleeps the sleep of the dead
For 'true love casteth out fear', he said
He sleeps the sleep of the dead
So let the joyous news be spread!
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.


But peaceful is he, the war lord
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.
'true to the task he should hold'
He sleeps the sleep of the dead
Argue not! Convert not!
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.
Just stand aside and stir the pot
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.


And when at last his kingdom falls
He sleeps the sleep of the dead
It will not sadden Thee at all
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.
From the Son shall rise a new king
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.
Once again War to bring
He sleeps the sleep of the dead


For One is She, and She is All
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.
And in her cup of Saintly Blood
He sleeps the sleep of the dead.