The Clerical Conspiracy Lyrics - Singles - Sabbat

BRAND: 

"I have wealth beyond measure- 

My treasures are words 

forged by time in a tale of 

such beauty they cry to be heard. 

Still a young fool was I as 

my story begins, 

yet like all fools considered 

myself to be wise - 

a match for all things. 

But the lessons I've learned 

I will never forget, 

when your teacher is life then 

success is survival and 

failure is death. 

>From early years I saw the world 

through tunnel-vision eyes, 

my cloistered mind philosophized 

and fossilized, 

secure in my belief was I - 

assured throughout my life the 

only things that could sustain me 

were the words of Jesus Christ." 

EAPPA: 

"There is no way to fight a foe 

who strikes from the inside, 

and once within we can begin to 

smite this pagan pride. 

We shall take their graven images 

and grind them in the dirt, 

for that men can live in paradise 

must be the Devils work." 

BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: 

"The clerical conspiracy begins, 

we shall wash away your sins- 

we have come to purify, 

to purge you of your liberty- 

absolve you of all sanity, 

the 'truth' you want to hear 

we shall provide." 

EAPPA: 

"How can we hope to save these 

heathen when we know not of 

their ways, 

one of us must journey southward- 

infiltrate and then assuage. 

Only when we have this knowledge 

can we finalise our plans, 

greet them with a velvet glove- 

then crush them 'neath an iron hand." 

Christian soldiers armed with virtue- 

hearts afire with blind obsession 

cannot see the difference 'twixt 

compassion and oppression 

BRAND: 

"These were the days I believed that 

salvation was mine, 

when I worshipped apostles 

believing their gospels to be divine. 

My life drifted by in a warm summer haze- 

and I thought I would bath in the light 

of our lord 'till the end of my days. 

But destiny mocked me- 

and fate did bequest, 

that the strength of my faith in 

The Lord God Almighty be put to the test." 

EAPPA: 

"My son your word is matchless as 

a scribe you have been blessed, 

your skill and faith in God doth 

qualify you for our quest. 

You will sail to Southern England 

and recount their blasphemies, 

for the first step in their cure 

must be to learn of theit disease." 

BRAND: 

"For one so young so great an honour 

to be chosen for this task, 

have I the stength- 

would I be worthy? 

Questions that I dared not ask. 

Was I to be a missionary searching 

for lost souls to save- 

or just another pawn in their 

monastic power games?" 

BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: 

"The clerical conspiracy begins, 

we shall wash away your sins- 

we have come to purify, 

to purge you of your liberty- 

absolve you of all sanity, 

the 'truth' you want to hear 

we shall provide." 

EAPPA: 

"How can we hope to save these 

heathen when we know not of 

their ways, 

you Wat Brand must journey southward- 

infiltrate and then assuage. 

Only when we have this knowledge 

can we finalise our plans, 

greet them with a velvet glove- 

then crush them 'neath an iron hand." 

Christian soldiers armed with virtue- 

hearts afire with blind obsession 

cannot see the difference 'twixt 

compassion and oppression. 

BRAND: 

"And so with terror in my heart 

I learned what had to be, 

that I must tour these foriegn shores- 

my cross for company. 

Those who had preceded me 

of pagan devils warned- 

With fearful tales of christian souls 

since martyred on their horns. 

In my tale I will tell how we 

all were decieved- 

for in truth I was hunted not 

hunter as I had believed. 

How could I have known that the 

guide they'd provide was to 

show me far more than I'd ever 

imagined I could have desired? 

So soon would I learn 

what a fool I had been, 

there is more than one side to a coin- 

life is not what it seems ... 

It's no more than a dream."