Rising through the sacred grounds | |
From the landscape vast and wide to see; | |
in the distance far | |
Where light shines in your eyes; | |
You're blinded, beyond thoughts | |
In your mind, those dreams | |
That haunt you down to bleed | |
The might of the men; whose thoughts look | |
Them straight through their blinded eyes | |
Whom they lay the tasks for | |
To teach us of our sins | |
There is a keeper who looks | |
into his crystal ball | |
To watch and command | |
All the people who come and pray | |
To his image of a man | |
As they look to him they bow their heads | |
And kneel in the court yards | |
To away his sermon | |
As a figure of monk rises to the stand | |
Discloses his hood | |
To pray a command | |
Mass has now began | |
(All hail) me! | |
Who's in your minds | |
And will command | |
All (our lives) | |
For those who seek | |
(We seek) my guidance | |
Are to give themselves to me | |
(Blessed be) me! | |
Who is the lord thy god to be | |
For this the time, now (in fear) | |
You all shall be, willed by praises | |
Of faith and love to whom (to you) | |
Alast the time is near, for I must | |
Speak these words so you can | |
Hear (the benediction) | |
I am the lord! | |
For all must say (amen) to a man | |
Here in the fields | |
Someone is calling my | |
Name: words for | |
The rightious:v (speak my son) | |
And words for | |
Those who are blind | |
Deceitful deceiver | |
You liar of man | |
Here this our God! | |
Make this man pray | |
Run from him all | |
He's not what you say | |
You will bow down | |
Or you're going to pay | |
André solo | |
My father, my god | |
Give | |
A sign to see | |
That in their time | |
They might believe | |
On earth, satan free | |
Know! No he'll not | |
See the sun once again | |
In pain will his | |
life surely end | |
Then you'll all bow to me | |
And god up above will bless | |
Me you'll see | |
High across | |
Darkness falls | |
The shadows of fear | |
Now over the land | |
Candles at mass | |
And touches a blazed | |
Hear now the end | |
A false prophets dismay | |
The priest and his guards | |
Steal what they can | |
Draining the blood | |
From this man | |
The last final sin | |
And the man is done in | |
Filling their | |
Cups to the rim | |
Flash! Lightning rips | |
Trough the skies | |
A rumbling sound | |
As they toast their cups high | |
The last drop is done | |
Their eyes open wide | |
Ripping inside | |
Their minds start to fry | |
They rip at their skin | |
And pluck their own eyes | |
Like vultures | |
In human disguise | |
A man from the crowd | |
With shame on his brow | |
Stands to speak | |
These words to me | |
No, No! How can this be? | |
For a man of our God, | |
Can deceive us you see! | |
Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken |
Rising through the sacred grounds | |
From the landscape vast and wide to see | |
in the distance far | |
Where light shines in your eyes | |
You' re blinded, beyond thoughts | |
In your mind, those dreams | |
That haunt you down to bleed | |
The might of the men whose thoughts look | |
Them straight through their blinded eyes | |
Whom they lay the tasks for | |
To teach us of our sins | |
There is a keeper who looks | |
into his crystal ball | |
To watch and command | |
All the people who come and pray | |
To his image of a man | |
As they look to him they bow their heads | |
And kneel in the court yards | |
To away his sermon | |
As a figure of monk rises to the stand | |
Discloses his hood | |
To pray a command | |
Mass has now began | |
All hail me! | |
Who' s in your minds | |
And will command | |
All our lives | |
For those who seek | |
We seek my guidance | |
Are to give themselves to me | |
Blessed be me! | |
Who is the lord thy god to be | |
For this the time, now in fear | |
You all shall be, willed by praises | |
Of faith and love to whom to you | |
Alast the time is near, for I must | |
Speak these words so you can | |
Hear the benediction | |
I am the lord! | |
For all must say amen to a man | |
Here in the fields | |
Someone is calling my | |
Name: words for | |
The rightious: v speak my son | |
And words for | |
Those who are blind | |
Deceitful deceiver | |
You liar of man | |
Here this our God! | |
Make this man pray | |
Run from him all | |
He' s not what you say | |
You will bow down | |
Or you' re going to pay | |
Andre solo | |
My father, my god | |
Give | |
A sign to see | |
That in their time | |
They might believe | |
On earth, satan free | |
Know! No he' ll not | |
See the sun once again | |
In pain will his | |
life surely end | |
Then you' ll all bow to me | |
And god up above will bless | |
Me you' ll see | |
High across | |
Darkness falls | |
The shadows of fear | |
Now over the land | |
Candles at mass | |
And touches a blazed | |
Hear now the end | |
A false prophets dismay | |
The priest and his guards | |
Steal what they can | |
Draining the blood | |
From this man | |
The last final sin | |
And the man is done in | |
Filling their | |
Cups to the rim | |
Flash! Lightning rips | |
Trough the skies | |
A rumbling sound | |
As they toast their cups high | |
The last drop is done | |
Their eyes open wide | |
Ripping inside | |
Their minds start to fry | |
They rip at their skin | |
And pluck their own eyes | |
Like vultures | |
In human disguise | |
A man from the crowd | |
With shame on his brow | |
Stands to speak | |
These words to me | |
No, No! How can this be? | |
For a man of our God, | |
Can deceive us you see! | |
Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken |
Rising through the sacred grounds | |
From the landscape vast and wide to see | |
in the distance far | |
Where light shines in your eyes | |
You' re blinded, beyond thoughts | |
In your mind, those dreams | |
That haunt you down to bleed | |
The might of the men whose thoughts look | |
Them straight through their blinded eyes | |
Whom they lay the tasks for | |
To teach us of our sins | |
There is a keeper who looks | |
into his crystal ball | |
To watch and command | |
All the people who come and pray | |
To his image of a man | |
As they look to him they bow their heads | |
And kneel in the court yards | |
To away his sermon | |
As a figure of monk rises to the stand | |
Discloses his hood | |
To pray a command | |
Mass has now began | |
All hail me! | |
Who' s in your minds | |
And will command | |
All our lives | |
For those who seek | |
We seek my guidance | |
Are to give themselves to me | |
Blessed be me! | |
Who is the lord thy god to be | |
For this the time, now in fear | |
You all shall be, willed by praises | |
Of faith and love to whom to you | |
Alast the time is near, for I must | |
Speak these words so you can | |
Hear the benediction | |
I am the lord! | |
For all must say amen to a man | |
Here in the fields | |
Someone is calling my | |
Name: words for | |
The rightious: v speak my son | |
And words for | |
Those who are blind | |
Deceitful deceiver | |
You liar of man | |
Here this our God! | |
Make this man pray | |
Run from him all | |
He' s not what you say | |
You will bow down | |
Or you' re going to pay | |
André solo | |
My father, my god | |
Give | |
A sign to see | |
That in their time | |
They might believe | |
On earth, satan free | |
Know! No he' ll not | |
See the sun once again | |
In pain will his | |
life surely end | |
Then you' ll all bow to me | |
And god up above will bless | |
Me you' ll see | |
High across | |
Darkness falls | |
The shadows of fear | |
Now over the land | |
Candles at mass | |
And touches a blazed | |
Hear now the end | |
A false prophets dismay | |
The priest and his guards | |
Steal what they can | |
Draining the blood | |
From this man | |
The last final sin | |
And the man is done in | |
Filling their | |
Cups to the rim | |
Flash! Lightning rips | |
Trough the skies | |
A rumbling sound | |
As they toast their cups high | |
The last drop is done | |
Their eyes open wide | |
Ripping inside | |
Their minds start to fry | |
They rip at their skin | |
And pluck their own eyes | |
Like vultures | |
In human disguise | |
A man from the crowd | |
With shame on his brow | |
Stands to speak | |
These words to me | |
No, No! How can this be? | |
For a man of our God, | |
Can deceive us you see! | |
Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken |