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Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus |
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Te deprecamur magum redemptorum |
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Benediction benediction |
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Breathing from the wrath of the cup of |
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God Curse unto thee, thou flesh of these hands |
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For hast thou not hid me from salvation? |
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Curse and thorns... the deserved reward |
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For thou has fructified the whore of doubt |
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Therefore hell hath enlarged herself |
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And opened her mouth |
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Without measure |
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And their glory, and their multitude |
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And the pomp, and he that rejoiceth |
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Shall descend into it |
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De profundis clamavi ad te, |
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Domine At last |
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I have learned the love of thy ways |
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The salt and the needles and the nails of my eyes |
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Come now Lord! |
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Make me whole |
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Hooks of light, hooks of sight |
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The path to redemption craves for pain again |
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Curse and thorns... the deserved reward |
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Fire of flesh, fire of skin... purification! |
