Requiem aeter~nam, requiem aeter~~nam       Mama, mama, forget your pies    Have faith they won't get cold    And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky    Your flag is flying full    At half-mast    For the matadors    Who turned their backs    To please the crowd    And all fell before the bull       Red was the color of his blood flowing thin    Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin    Blue was the color of the morning sky    He saw looking up from the ground where he died    It was the last thing ever seen by him       Kyrie elei~son       Mama, mama, forget your pies    Have faith they won't get cold    And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky    Your flag is flying full    At half-mast    For the matadors    Who turned their backs    To please the crowd    And all fell before the bull       Black and white were the figures that recorded him    Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in    Black and white was the question that so bothered him    He never asked, he was taught not to ask    What was on his lips as they buried him       Rex tremendae majestatis       Requiem aeter~nam, requiem aeter~~nam