Kyrie eleison - Monks Of The Abbey Of Notre Dame

Never thought my time was coming

Wasn’t in my dreams

Twice I visioned, I was falling down, down to the ground

I screamed out loud, woke on a cloudNever really a holy man

Even though I understand

The father, son and Holy Ghost, he’s the one that scares me most

Ashes to rain, you feel no painHell fire burns my conscience

My mind explodes

Spine is severed, blood runs cold, confess the deepest of sin

Envision a king with a white violinCrucifix hung above my death bed

Begins to bleed

Imagination, lunacy, has he come to hear my plea

Grant absolution, condone my sinThe lady in black, I ask, «What do you see?

A glimpse in your glass what good fortune for me»

The lady in black said, «Your lifeline is damned»

The tarot of death card she held in her handKyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison

Kyrie Eleison, Christe EleisonSegments of my life flash through my mind

Things never seen

It must be fate warning me, for now the walls are closing in

Rosary in hand, lost grain of sandHere I go, I start to fall again

Try to scream I’m mute

It is the end of my last fall to the land of nevermore

Shatter her glass, I woke on the floorThe lady in black, I ask, «What do you see

A glimpse in your glass what good fortune for me»

The lady in black said, «Your lifeline is damned»

The tarot of death card she held in her handKyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison

Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison