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