
(Ohhh… Kyrie… Kyrie…) Do you see… what we’ve become…? In the temples made of shadows Where the holy words were sold Men with faces made of angels Hide the hunger made of gold They drink the blood of tomorrow Like it’s nothing… like a game And we whisper prayers in silence While they set our world in flames Children crying in the darkness No one hears, no one sees Lives are broken for their profit Souls are traded for their greed We built gods out of monsters Gave them power, gave them thrones Now their laughter fills the silence While they feast upon our bones (Kyrie… Kyrie…) Forgive us… (Kyrie… Kyrie…) Or forsake us… We are the voices in the fire! We are the prayers they tried to kill! In this world of crowned liars— We are the ones who feel… who feel… No more silence! No more fear! No more kneeling to the throne! If they rule with blood and terror— WE WILL TAKE BACK WHAT IS OURS! (We see… we know… we rise… we rise…) Look at them… They wear your face… They speak your language… But they have no soul… They don’t live… They consume… And if you stay silent… You become one of them… WE ARE THE VOICES IN THE FIRE!!! WE ARE THE PRAYERS THEY TRIED TO KILL!!! IN THIS WORLD OF CROWNED LIARS— WE ARE THE ONES WHO FEEL… WHO FEEL!!! NO MORE SILENCE!!! NO MORE FEAR!!! NO MORE KNEELING TO THE THRONE!!! IF THEY RULE WITH BLOOD AND TERROR— WE WILL TAKE BACK WHAT IS OURS!!! (Kyrie… Kyrie…) We remember… We remember… --------------------------- ΛΕΙΤΟΥΡΓΙΑ ΤΟΥ ΠΕΣΜΕΝΟΥ ΣΤΕΜΜΑΤΟΣ Κύριε… βλέπεις; Βλέπεις τι γίναμε; ________________________________________ Μέσα σε ναούς από σκιές, εκεί όπου ο λόγος σου πουλήθηκε, άνθρωποι με πρόσωπα αγγέλων κρύβουν μέσα τους την πείνα του χρυσού. ________________________________________ Πίνουν το αίμα του αύριο σαν να είναι τίποτα. Σαν να είναι παιχνίδι. Και εμείς… ψιθυρίζουμε προσευχές μέσα στη σιωπή, την ώρα που καίγεται ο κόσμος. ________________________________________ Κύριε ελέησον… ή εγκατέλειψέ μας. ________________________________________ Παιδιά κλαίνε στο σκοτάδι. Κανείς δεν ακούει. Κ