Emerson Lake & Palmer - Mass lyrics

Save ev'ry single hair on his head.

He's dead.

The minister of hate had just arrived 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