| Song | Benediction |
| Artist | Helstar |
| Album | Nosferatu |
| Rising through the sacred grounds | |
| From the landscape vast and wide to see; | |
| in the distance far | |
| Where light shines in your eyes; | |
| You're blinded, beyond thoughts | |
| In your mind, those dreams | |
| That haunt you down to bleed | |
| The might of the men; whose thoughts look | |
| Them straight through their blinded eyes | |
| Whom they lay the tasks for | |
| To teach us of our sins | |
| There is a keeper who looks | |
| into his crystal ball | |
| To watch and command | |
| All the people who come and pray | |
| To his image of a man | |
| As they look to him they bow their heads | |
| And kneel in the court yards | |
| To away his sermon | |
| As a figure of monk rises to the stand | |
| Discloses his hood | |
| To pray a command | |
| Mass has now began | |
| (All hail) me! | |
| Who's in your minds | |
| And will command | |
| All (our lives) | |
| For those who seek | |
| (We seek) my guidance | |
| Are to give themselves to me | |
| (Blessed be) me! | |
| Who is the lord thy god to be | |
| For this the time, now (in fear) | |
| You all shall be, willed by praises | |
| Of faith and love to whom (to you) | |
| Alast the time is near, for I must | |
| Speak these words so you can | |
| Hear (the benediction) | |
| I am the lord! | |
| For all must say (amen) to a man | |
| Here in the fields | |
| Someone is calling my | |
| Name: words for | |
| The rightious:v (speak my son) | |
| And words for | |
| Those who are blind | |
| Deceitful deceiver | |
| You liar of man | |
| Here this our God! | |
| Make this man pray | |
| Run from him all | |
| He's not what you say | |
| You will bow down | |
| Or you're going to pay | |
| André solo | |
| My father, my god | |
| Give | |
| A sign to see | |
| That in their time | |
| They might believe | |
| On earth, satan free | |
| Know! No he'll not | |
| See the sun once again | |
| In pain will his | |
| life surely end | |
| Then you'll all bow to me | |
| And god up above will bless | |
| Me you'll see | |
| High across | |
| Darkness falls | |
| The shadows of fear | |
| Now over the land | |
| Candles at mass | |
| And touches a blazed | |
| Hear now the end | |
| A false prophets dismay | |
| The priest and his guards | |
| Steal what they can | |
| Draining the blood | |
| From this man | |
| The last final sin | |
| And the man is done in | |
| Filling their | |
| Cups to the rim | |
| Flash! Lightning rips | |
| Trough the skies | |
| A rumbling sound | |
| As they toast their cups high | |
| The last drop is done | |
| Their eyes open wide | |
| Ripping inside | |
| Their minds start to fry | |
| They rip at their skin | |
| And pluck their own eyes | |
| Like vultures | |
| In human disguise | |
| A man from the crowd | |
| With shame on his brow | |
| Stands to speak | |
| These words to me | |
| No, No! How can this be? | |
| For a man of our God, | |
| Can deceive us you see! | |
| Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken |
| Rising through the sacred grounds | |
| From the landscape vast and wide to see | |
| in the distance far | |
| Where light shines in your eyes | |
| You' re blinded, beyond thoughts | |
| In your mind, those dreams | |
| That haunt you down to bleed | |
| The might of the men whose thoughts look | |
| Them straight through their blinded eyes | |
| Whom they lay the tasks for | |
| To teach us of our sins | |
| There is a keeper who looks | |
| into his crystal ball | |
| To watch and command | |
| All the people who come and pray | |
| To his image of a man | |
| As they look to him they bow their heads | |
| And kneel in the court yards | |
| To away his sermon | |
| As a figure of monk rises to the stand | |
| Discloses his hood | |
| To pray a command | |
| Mass has now began | |
| All hail me! | |
| Who' s in your minds | |
| And will command | |
| All our lives | |
| For those who seek | |
| We seek my guidance | |
| Are to give themselves to me | |
| Blessed be me! | |
| Who is the lord thy god to be | |
| For this the time, now in fear | |
| You all shall be, willed by praises | |
| Of faith and love to whom to you | |
| Alast the time is near, for I must | |
| Speak these words so you can | |
| Hear the benediction | |
| I am the lord! | |
| For all must say amen to a man | |
| Here in the fields | |
| Someone is calling my | |
| Name: words for | |
| The rightious: v speak my son | |
| And words for | |
| Those who are blind | |
| Deceitful deceiver | |
| You liar of man | |
| Here this our God! | |
| Make this man pray | |
| Run from him all | |
| He' s not what you say | |
| You will bow down | |
| Or you' re going to pay | |
| André solo | |
| My father, my god | |
| Give | |
| A sign to see | |
| That in their time | |
| They might believe | |
| On earth, satan free | |
| Know! No he' ll not | |
| See the sun once again | |
| In pain will his | |
| life surely end | |
| Then you' ll all bow to me | |
| And god up above will bless | |
| Me you' ll see | |
| High across | |
| Darkness falls | |
| The shadows of fear | |
| Now over the land | |
| Candles at mass | |
| And touches a blazed | |
| Hear now the end | |
| A false prophets dismay | |
| The priest and his guards | |
| Steal what they can | |
| Draining the blood | |
| From this man | |
| The last final sin | |
| And the man is done in | |
| Filling their | |
| Cups to the rim | |
| Flash! Lightning rips | |
| Trough the skies | |
| A rumbling sound | |
| As they toast their cups high | |
| The last drop is done | |
| Their eyes open wide | |
| Ripping inside | |
| Their minds start to fry | |
| They rip at their skin | |
| And pluck their own eyes | |
| Like vultures | |
| In human disguise | |
| A man from the crowd | |
| With shame on his brow | |
| Stands to speak | |
| These words to me | |
| No, No! How can this be? | |
| For a man of our God, | |
| Can deceive us you see! | |
| Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken |