The Hallowed Leech

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