Kyrie / Gloria

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 savior 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 wine flow like a spring

Shady creatures floating helplessly 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, this is my body

(Desire) this is, this is my blood

Gloria patri, et filio, et spiritui sancto

Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper

Et in saecula saeculorum

Amen!