EMERSON, LAKE & PALMER - Mass lyrics

rate me

The preacher said a prayer.<br>Save ev'ry single hair on his head.<br>He's dead.<br><br>The minister of hate had just arrived to be spared.<br>Who cared? <br>The weaver in the web that he made!<br><br>The pilgrim wandered in,<br>Commiting ev'ry sin that he could<br>So good...<br><br>The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved<br>From the grave<br>The weaver in the web that he made!<br><br>The high priest took a blade<br>To bless the ones that prayed,<br>And all obeyed.<br><br>The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,<br>A sign.<br>The weaver in the web that he made!<br><br>A bishops rings a bell,<br>A cloak of darkness fell across the ground<br>Without a sound!<br><br>The silent choir sing and in their silence,<br>Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.<br>The weaver in the web that he made!