Masses Of Vain Observance

Black bread, dark wine
Cult of blood, secret crimes
Black bread, dark wine
Last to be born, but first to die

Animal instinct
Easy prey tastes just as sweet
Little ones caught behind stones called “sacred”
You worship the old ways
Of predator and prey
Masses of Vain Observance

Black book, dark minds
Red eyes, crimson tide
Written into flesh
Salvation only lies

Animal instinct
Easy prey tastes just as sweet
Little ones caught behind stones called “sacred”
You worship the old ways
The killer and the killed
Masses of Vain Observance

A brief innocence, another light goes out
Every creature great and small
Twilight falls upon them all
Ancient ritual, older than the first man
Become one with the beast within
Sacrifice the tender young
You are the great horned one

All it takes is one
Divide the pack, attack the young
Cornering the weak
Single out the one to eat
In this church, we live and die
Masses of Vain Observance

Animal instinct
Easy prey tastes just as sweet
Little ones caught behind stones called “sacred”
You worship the old ways
The killer and the killed
Masses of Vain Observance

You worship the old ways
Of predator and prey
Masses of Vain Observance