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 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
Amen!