Sabbat - The Clerical Conspiracy Lyrics
BRAND:"I have wealth beyond measure-My treasures are wordsforged by time in a tale ofsuch beauty they cry to be heard.Still a young fool was I asmy story begins,yet like all fools consideredmyself to be wise -a match for all things.But the lessons I've learnedI will never forget,when your teacher is life thensuccess is survival andfailure is death.>From early years I saw the worldthrough tunnel-vision eyes,my cloistered mind philosophizedand fossilized,secure in my belief was I -assured throughout my life theonly things that could sustain mewere the words of Jesus Christ."EAPPA:"There is no way to fight a foewho strikes from the inside,and once within we can begin tosmite this pagan pride.We shall take their graven imagesand grind them in the dirt,for that men can live in paradisemust 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 hearwe shall provide."EAPPA:"How can we hope to save theseheathen when we know not oftheir ways,one of us must journey southward-infiltrate and then assuage.Only when we have this knowledgecan 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 obsessioncannot see the difference 'twixtcompassion and oppressionBRAND:"These were the days I believed thatsalvation was mine,when I worshipped apostlesbelieving their gospels to be divine.My life drifted by in a warm summer haze-and I thought I would bath in the lightof our lord 'till the end of my days.But destiny mocked me-and fate did bequest,that the strength of my faith inThe Lord God Almighty be put to the test."EAPPA:"My son your word is matchless asa scribe you have been blessed,your skill and faith in God dothqualify you for our quest.You will sail to Southern Englandand recount their blasphemies,for the first step in their curemust be to learn of theit disease."BRAND:"For one so young so great an honourto 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 searchingfor lost souls to save-or just another pawn in theirmonastic 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 hearwe shall provide."EAPPA:"How can we hope to save theseheathen when we know not oftheir ways,you Wat Brand must journey southward-infiltrate and then assuage.Only when we have this knowledgecan 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 obsessioncannot see the difference 'twixtcompassion and oppression.BRAND:"And so with terror in my heartI learned what had to be,that I must tour these foriegn shores-my cross for company.Those who had preceded meof pagan devils warned-With fearful tales of christian soulssince martyred on their horns.In my tale I will tell how weall were decieved-for in truth I was hunted nothunter as I had believed.How could I have known that theguide they'd provide was toshow me far more than I'd everimagined I could have desired?So soon would I learnwhat 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
