Run-Through Chorus (III).

Now we leave the Spartan Ages and we skip a good few pages
Till we reach the Mediaeval Day,
Where there's still a deal of fighting—on occasion quite exciting—
For the Saints are made of common clay;
But the warfare that they wage, in this other worldly age,
Is with pow—ers of darkness, and the field
Is within the human soul, where the devil takes his toll
Of the virtues that the frail mortals yield..

See the monks and the devil begin the fray!
Accounts will be squared on the Judgment Day!

Since 'tis clear men don't start level in their tussle with the devil.
But the odds are on the Wicked One,
Soon the mortals feeling nervous take to substituted service,
Get priests to put the devil on the run;
But Aquinas, feeling fit, keen to do his little bit,
To work his passage into Bliss—
Puts up a mighty yell and declines to go to hell—
Although the monks have threatened him with this.

See the monks and the devil begin the fray!
Accounts will be squared on the Judgment Day!