The circle is vicious of Thoughts altogether vain Haunted by battles lost Still living on Idian land I clap my dirty hands Given over to self and left To own devices A quaking in the person
All his glory All his glory
Deep devotion At the bottom of the sea Iniquity goes down like water I have been staff struck By a finger in the sand
All his glory All his glory
This circle is vicious Spoken behind the hand It is the storm That brought me in
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