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Mass The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.

The minister of hate had just arrived too late, to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!

The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!

A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!

The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!



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