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Twon glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal would could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les belements de l'agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu'il soit possible de supposer une seul plainte exhalée par le Fils de l'Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans le impossibles exils ou s'accroupit le Consalateur... Aus Songtexte Mania