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Thy kingdom come! Thy will be done! |
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Our quality, in majesty. |
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Our words we weave engorged with zeal, |
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Enraptured in this bloody feud! |
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We charge this fool with avarice, |
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The damned will find no shelter here! |
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Sanctum bound in rhetoric |
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Our breath resigned, this commencement! |
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The choral song will play out, |
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Bound by this incumbent! |
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Hewn in storms, infallible, |
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Our ears are turned to Gabriel. |
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One hundred strong his wings unfurl, |
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We hear the call of Michael! |
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Messenger of the burning word, |
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Authority, the glorious, |
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Who is lord of the host, |
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We grovel low and bow in turn. |
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The trisagion, the holy thrice, |
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Uttered by the seraphim, |
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These words our opium, |
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We shed each tear in reverence. |
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Fallen foe, in treachery, |
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Bind him below in punishment! |
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Our Lord, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, |
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Servants born of deathless tongue, |
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Cut from your sacred cloth, |
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Authority, oh merciful, |
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We understand this sacrament. |
