Angels hold the souls of men
In grasps of molten steel
They gaze upon us with thirsty eyes
And no hearts left to fill

If you look into your soul
As deep as you can see
The picture of the darken mass
Is where I will be

I'll wait they say
Till all time has passed
To sing the last refrain
That concludes the mass

As the requiem for the fallen herd
Will soon begin with one word
Speak the slang
Of our forefathers' tongues

With all the languages
Forgotten and far flung
And if you find
The will to seek
It's not the Nature of the meek

You'll consume the vine
And still have the thirst
That can't be quenched
And becomes the curse

I'll wait they say
Till all time has passed
To sing the last refrain
That concludes the mass mass

Cry out for reason
Herewith unknown
Till you're sure
You're all alone

With eyes wide shut
Darkness does prevail
You'll wonder aimless
In a self-made hell

I'll wait they say
Till all time has passed
To sing the last refrain
That concludes the mass mass

If stubborn lack of devotion
Is your decree
You'll live in darkness for eternity