The Masque of Black Death

Sins of salvation, all pay the price
Cast to damnation or freed of vice
All robed in torment, but they feel the lies
There’s something evil their behind his eyes
FIRE and brimstone
BLOOD and hellfire
CALL to worship
Behind the black veil
They pass a leader that they despise
A specter bears his cross to hypnotize
A public crucified by their surprise
Bow as the acolyte for the rest of your lives
The true salvation is all for one
cast down the wicked ways and join the fun
We’ll meet in sanctuary to pave the right
Witness the dawning of a prince of light