As we lay the souls on high
The demons death they surely die
In the end they feel the change
Bringing the end and early reign

Let the thoughts completely sunder
In the mind the fools with blunder
Kill them not with temptation
Bring about the fire of salvation.

Slay the living leave no trace
With the absence of this place
Bring the lost soul from the compendium
With deliverance we pray Icendium