Kyrie / Gloria Songtext
von Agathodaimon

Gathered like a herd of sheep
A wingless dove which tries to aim for sanctity
Sanctimonious, lurking in your robes of guilt
Drink the holy ghost, waiting for epiphany

Anoint yourself with the blood of your fallen son
But how to be a savior when you cannot run?
Nailed to a piece of oaken timber in the morning light
Neglected by your priests, which feast on your flesh at night

This is my body
Which is broken for you
This is my blood
Drink it in remembrance of me

Bring the meat for the feeble traitors you have born
Fat, rich, and bold, and still you suffer with your crown of thorns
Out of golden goblets, let the altar wine flow like a spring
Shady creatures floating helplessly without a king


Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Gloria in excelsis Deo
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Gloria in excelsis Deo

Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Gloria in excelsis Deo
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Gloria in excelsis Deo

This is my, this is my body
(Desire) this is, this is my blood

Gloria patri, et filio, et spiritui sancto
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper
Et in saecula saeculorum
Amen!