[Brija]
In the night as smoke still rises on the field of fallen men
Bogdan wakes to find his mates are to the last man dead
A figure dark and hooded comes and carries him away
To a monastery bathed in candlelight and midnight haze
[Monk]
Covered in the crack of night, this monastery stands and hides
You're welcome here to heal and stay, we'll get you to your date with fate
Peasants, a superstitious lot, they talk of vampires and point to us
But we're not monsters, creatures foul, we're black gods monks who've taken vows
The call has come and thus begins the midnight mass
The hooded, single file and the hushed return at last
What sweet epiphanies and liturgies are cast
Come attend once again
The call to midnight mass
We're holy men, and we see you too have purpose, the Black God has chosen you
There's games afoot in heaven's seat, each God have picked their mortal piece
Our Black God, he's misunderstood, he just wants justice for this world
Wicked punished, order set, balance held and karma kept
The call has come and thus begins the midnight mass
The hooded, single file and the hushed return at last
What sweet epiphanies and liturgies are cast
Come attend once again
The call to midnight mass
In the night as smoke still rises on the field of fallen men
Bogdan wakes to find his mates are to the last man dead
A figure dark and hooded comes and carries him away
To a monastery bathed in candlelight and midnight haze
[Monk]
Covered in the crack of night, this monastery stands and hides
You're welcome here to heal and stay, we'll get you to your date with fate
Peasants, a superstitious lot, they talk of vampires and point to us
But we're not monsters, creatures foul, we're black gods monks who've taken vows
The call has come and thus begins the midnight mass
The hooded, single file and the hushed return at last
What sweet epiphanies and liturgies are cast
Come attend once again
The call to midnight mass
We're holy men, and we see you too have purpose, the Black God has chosen you
There's games afoot in heaven's seat, each God have picked their mortal piece
Our Black God, he's misunderstood, he just wants justice for this world
Wicked punished, order set, balance held and karma kept
The call has come and thus begins the midnight mass
The hooded, single file and the hushed return at last
What sweet epiphanies and liturgies are cast
Come attend once again
The call to midnight mass
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