Benediction - Helstar

Rising through the sacred grounds

From the landscape vast and wide to see;

In the distance far

Where light shines in your eyes;

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 away 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 shall 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 rightious: v (speak my son)

And words for

Those who are blind

Deceitful deceiver

You liar of man

Here this our God!

Make this man pray

Run from him all

He’s not what you say

You will bow down

Or you’re going to pay

André solo

My father, my god

Give

A sign to see

That in their time

They might believe

On earth, satan free

Know!

No he’ll not

See the sun once again

In pain will his

Life surely end

Then you’ll all bow to me

And god up above will bless

Me you’ll see

High across

Darkness falls

The shadows of fear

Now over the land

Candles at mass

And touches a blazed

Hear now the end

A false prophets dismay

The priest and his guards

Steal what they can

Draining the blood

From this man

The last final sin

And the man is done in

Filling their

Cups to the rim

Flash!

Lightning rips

Trough the skies

A rumbling sound

As they toast their cups high

The last drop is done

Their eyes open wide

Ripping inside

Their minds start to fry

They rip at their skin

And pluck their own eyes

Like vultures

In human disguise

A man from the crowd

With shame on his brow

Stands to speak

These words to me

No, No!

How can this be?

For a man of our God

Can deceive us you see!

Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken