With my great coat as a cover I resist the chill of this dark and dusty domicile,
In a world of warmth and sunlight, there reject my kind, but the axe is at the root of the vine.

Down in the catacombs love will find a way,
Down in the catacombs hope will have a day,
In the catacombs love will find a way.

The young men with a mission,
The elders with a past,
We fight,
We ask,
They would bury me and mine, seal up all we say, but there is life within the grave.

Down in the catacombs love will find a way,
Down in the catacombs hope will have a day,
In the catacombs love will find a way.

In the cellars of the city,
In the streets beneath the streets we wait,
We wait,
We have sown the seeds of freedom,
We will fight our fight of faith,
We wait,

We wait down in the catacombs; love will find a way,
Down in the catacombs hope will have a day
In the catacombs, oh, love will find a way,
In the catacombs, oh, hope will have a day.

Ow, in the catacombs love will find a way,
In the catacombs hope will have a day,
In the catacombs, huh, love will find a way,
In the catacombs, oh, hope will have a day.

Oh,
Oh,
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