The masses gathered, church bells ring
and hymns the crowd together sing.
And blowing whistles, dames in black.
Some said medieval times are back.
Adored by some, the saviour man.
Some scared were of his evil plan.
The torch which burns you in his hand.
His words not all can understand.
He is killer of souls, they said.
Some said he holds the devil’s head.
The man in mitre casts his spell
to put all red devils to hell.