Grey Cardinal

Hold your tongues, you people, And plug up all the cracks. Once again the cardinal's servants Have sounded the bugle call. Once again the cardinal's servants Have sounded the bugle call. Once again they'll listen and sniff around, Creeping into people's beds. The Jesuit spiritual pope, The Jesuit spiritual pope! Let the forces of lies and truth Go and break their spears, Let them drown each other in blood, Let them chop off heads. But the gray master Does not hinder the fight. He sits in the shadows and modestly, Silently observes. The Jesuit spiritual pope, The Jesuit spiritual pope! Under the cover of night, So that no one knows, He sets his nets— The cunning cardinal.