Instaurare omnia in christo
Restore all things in Christ
Sanctus pius decimus

From poor village soil to Peter's throne
Son of farmers, flesh and bone
Not born in gold, but forged in prayer
A shepherd raised for warfare

The world was changing, truth under siege
Poisoned minds, the modern creed
Doubt in vestments, lies in disguise
He saw the wolf behind friendly eyes

Not with silence
Not with fear
He raised the sword
Of doctrine clear

Stand, pius the tenth
Hammer of modernist lies
Guardian pope, fire in his eyes
No compromise, no surrender
Truth before peace, Christ before man
The last crusader's stand

Pascendi thundered across the land
Exposed the serpent's hidden hand
The oath was sworn by priest and seer
Defend the faith, hold doctrine dear

He armed the church with catechism steel
Simple truth the poor could feel
Not scholar pride, but saving grace
Christ made known to every face

While scholars argued
He taught the child
He fed the flock
Pure undefiled

Stand, pius the tenth
Breaker of heretical chains
Truth over trends, heaven over fame
No compromise, no surrender
Rome still thundered with ancient might
Before the coming night

He opened the altar, widened the gate
Children welcomed before it was late
Early communion, heaven's bread
Strength for the young, the living and dead

He restored sacred music's throne
Gregorian chant, the church's tone
No theater mass, no stage of pride
God at the center, not man glorified

Not entertainment
But sacrifice
Not human applause
But paradise

Stand, pius the tenth
Protector of sacred sound
He tore false worship to the ground
No compromise, no surrender
He crowned the altar, not the crowd
He bowed to God, not loud

After his death, the storm returned
Councils changed, altars burned
Modernism, returned

Vatican walls shook, tradition bled
Ancient rites silenced, sheep misled
Those he warned of seized the throne
Seeds of betrayal fully grown

But not all fled, not all fell
Some held fast through modern hell
A french archbishop raised the flame
Lefebvre marched in pius' name

From econe's hills
The banner flew
Sspx carried
What rome once knew

Stand, pius the tenth
Your sons still carry the sword
Latin mass and ancient lord
No compromise, no surrender
Though enemies rule the throne today
The faith will not decay

Traditio traditio
Veritas non moritur

The war is long, the night is deep
But Christ does not forget his sheep
What was true will still be true
No council can unmake what's new

The oath still echoes, the line still stands
Passed by faithful hands
Pius' fire still lights the way
Toward rome restored someday

Stand, pius the tenth
Father of tradition's guard
Your war is ours, your truth our standard
No compromise, no surrender
Through smoke and loss we still proclaim
Christ alone shall reign

Stand, pius the tenth
The storm will break, the dawn will rise
Truth will shatter modern lies
Instau-ra-re om-ni-a in Christ-o
Until the church is crowned again
We fight, amen

Sancte pie decime, ora pro nobis
Defensor fidei
Amen