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A bell rings in the distance

A hungry horde of rotting dead is called by the heaevy peals

Funeral procession without god

I'm going with them without goal

What drives me to the cross?

A guilty sense of primordial sin returns from a hidden past

The holy bells keep sounding

I'm going with them to the church

An endless snake of bodies

In line before the cross

As the stupid blind sheep

Waiting for their turn

He doesn't look sick

No plague in his chest

He feeds our hunger

With eucharist dead flesh

Bloody, hungry, bodies

Sacred, ritual, violent

Sacrificed

Save me, bless me, help me

Ite missa est!

Benediction

Slaughtered for the faith

Blood and flesh, food for us

Eucharist dead flesh

An endless snake of bodies

In line before the cross

As the stupid blind sheep

Waiting for their turn

He doesn't look sick

No plague in his chest

He feeds our hunger

With eucharist dead flesh

Bloody, hungry, bodies

Sacred, ritual, violent

Sacrificed

Save me, bless me, help me

Ite missa est!

Benediction

Slaughtered for the faith

Blood and flesh, food for us

Eucharist dead flesh

A bell rings in the distance

A hungry horde of rotting dead is called by the heaevy peals

Funeral procession without god

I'm going with them without goal

What drives me to the cross?

A guilty sense of primordial sin returns from a hidden past

The holy bells keep sounding

I'm going with them to the church