Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur,
quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit.
Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say
Praise the Lord, praise,
O servants of the Lord...
We will sing a new song to thee,
O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope...
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