Gathered like a herd of sheep A wingless dove which tries to aim for sanctity Sanctimonious, lurking in your robes of guilt Drink the holy ghost waiting for epiphany
Anoint yourself with the blood of your fallen son But how to be a saviour when you cannot run Nailed to a piece of oaken timber in the morning light Neglected by your priests which feast on your flesh at night
This is my body which is broken for you This is my blood, drink it in remembrance of me Bring the meat for the feeble traitors you have born Fat, rich and bold and still you suffer with your crown of thorns Out of golden goblets let the altar winе flow like a spring Shady creatures floating hеlplessly without a king
Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo
Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo
This is my body This is my blood
Gloria patri Et filio Et spiritui sancto
Sicut erat in principio Et nunc Et semper Et in saecula saeculorum
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