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So shall these hands Thy altars raise
This tongue for ever sing Thy praise;
Genitum non factum
Per quem omnia facta sunt
Qui propter nos homines
Et propter nostram perditionem
Ascendit de ignis

Consolidate these mists that shroud us,
Yet hide Thee from our eyes
Yearning to walk the pathless land
That Thou alone hast trod;
Yearning to hear the call
That leads unto Thee
Yearning to walk the path
That no sane man envies

Nearer and nearer,
come the breakers' roar
Where shall one whisk,
whither fly for perdition?

O thou pernicious power divine
Horrendously undertaken
Yet all begins and ends with Thee
and become what Thou hold sway
With sacrifice and prayer

With Thy wrathful hand to rule
Let the clouds above gather, and
Rave a gust of storming blades,
That incise our veins open,
And as Paeans amidst the
tempest of blood
Crying Thy glory and keening Thy praise

So shall these hands Thy symbols raise
This madness for ever sing Thy praise
Interred perigee to Thee shall lay
The chosen ones cursed with martyr's fortitude

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