Deep down the earth, Full of faith. So proud, so scared rest and wait. While we wake Grows the name That Rome will carry way Callistus digs, Prepares his caves. Martyrs and Popes Final homes. Callistus digs, Removes the clay. Then he rests and prays We've a special guest tonight Whose body here will lay. Oh no, it isn't right! We've a special guest tonight, For all she is a guide Light in the night. Our children Quietly Sleep West wing Small silent things Sometimes I hear Their steps, I check but all is quiet n' dead And now she lies On linen cloths 'cause she didn't Break her oaths. We mourn don't weep We know she sleeps Is a matter of faith. Callistus digs, Raise his hat, Cecily welcomes With respect. Callistus digs Removes the day Then he rests and prays Callistus is dead - and well he knows Still there is too much to do Dead or alive, he keeps on, goes. Matter of faith, you know! Wake and pray Do not go! Inside the ground, down under Rome Xantian marbles, rotten stones. Thousands sleep, quiet 'n' nameless Heaven is two steps above, You will soon Cry for love. Cecily smiles And closes her eyes. Callistus digs again, More room to claim. For our wake is long Dawn is far away.