Rising through the sacred grounds From the landscape vast and wide to see; In the distance far Where light shines in your yes; 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 await 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 should 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 righteous: (speak my son) And words for Those who are blind Deceitful deceiver You liar of man Here this our God! Make this man pray