The Masses Testo

In this embrace, a burning purity cleanses the spirit when the flesh must sleep. These eyes are those of the masses, they see thru those of the dead. The prophecy painted in blood, you will rot if you sacrifice the bread for your beleif. (faith) Rise [devotion] and burn them all. One sun in this cold sky, unforgiving and unloving. A farewell kiss for a priceless time.