On the Innocents Our King is swift To gather up the blood of the Innocents, For which the angels sing together and proclaim their praises, But the clouds over the same bloodshed Lament.

Now the tyrant in the heavy sleep of death Has suffocated because of his malice, But the clouds over the same bloodshed Lament.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit But the clouds over the same bloodshed Lament.

De Innocentibus Rex noster promptus est suscipere sanguinem lnnocentum. Unde Angeli concinunt et in laudibus sonant, sed nubes super eundem sanguinem plangunt.

Tyrannus autem in gravi somno mortis propter malitiam suam suffocatus est. Sed nubes super eundem sanguinem plangunt.

Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto. Sed nubes super eundem sanguinem plangunt.