كلمات Ite, Missa Est

(Koroshite yaru!) Preacher, better start to pray Once you enter their domain For the fallen seem to know When the living hear them weep Deemed unworthy by their friends As their parents slit their throats Now they are forced to sleep alone Weak and feeding on their grief From the fairest creeds of dignity and love Came the worst disaster (First the shame and then the sanity was lost Twisted as their faces) If you come across the hills With unscathed piles of stones Light a candle for the dead Or you might be joining them