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!