Benediction

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