Mystery Grail

Crime, lust, sin exists no longer
There's only place for misery and hunger

Feed them, He who promised fire is
Dead and shall not revive
We will act on behalf of him
Our secret, our suffering
Tormented herd they who can not
Hold out against earthly bread

Behold the beast that gives us the fire from the sky
We will ride it holding the Mystery Grail

To dominate their liberty
Their conscience must be calmed

Enslave them and feed them
Because they are weak, vicious
Miser, inferior, they shall not be free
We will act on behalf of him
Our secret, our suffering
Tormented herd they who do not
Know who to bow their knee

Behold the beast that tears blood on our feet
We will ride it holding the Mystery Grail
We will ride it holding the Mystery Grail

Nothing which has once sore hurt inflicted
Upon the world and on mankind
No dagger that set blood
To flowing, No cup that poured
Speedy death in poison glowing
No sword that killed from behind