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"O God of and Altar,
Bow and hear our cry,
Our rulers falter,
Our drift and die,
The walls of gold us,
The swords of divide,
not thy thunder from us,
But away our pride."
(G.K. English Hymnal)

a babe in a black abyss,
No for a place like this,
The are cold and souls cry out in pain,
An easy way for the to go,
A clever path for the fools who
The of the Hanged Man - the smile of his lips.

The light of the Blind - see,
The venom tears my spine,
The Eyes of the Nile are opening - see.

She to me with a serpent's kiss,
As the Eye of the Sun on her lips,
catches silver tears I cry,
So we lay in a embrace,
And the is sown in a holy place
And I watched, and I for the Dawn.

The of the Blind - you'll see,
The venom that my spine,
The Eyes of the are opening - you'll see.