I see a burning cross upon a desert hill Beneath a crescent moon a silhouette is rising I see the ghost of men who passed this way before One thousand years ago so full of their convictions I see the congregation mass! I hear the call to prayer mass! We all were brothers once and shared the secrets of the stars One thousand years ago and now we die for this black blood I see the congregation mass! I hear the call to prayer mass! I see the congregation mass! I hear the call to prayer mass!