I heal my wounds in
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the orchard of misery
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Where the fruits and the trees
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have turned to dust.
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Be merciful, my Lord.
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The meadows of Light and Pulchritude
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Are blackened and soiled
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by emptiness and despair.
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Domine, eius miserere,
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Lord have mercy on me.
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Eam libera de animis damnatorum
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Sine eam fulgere in refugio tenebrarum.
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Confutatis maledictis,
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Alas, that day of tears
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and mourning.
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Flammis acribus addictis.
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Miserere, miserere,
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Salva me.
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Gloria in excelsis Deo.
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Gloria.
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Hosanna in excelsis.
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Eternal rest give unto me, O Lord,
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Perpetual Light cannot shine upon
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the soul of the Damned.
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Salva me, libera me.
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Ille sanguis, ille cruor.
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Lumen moritur.
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Numquam lumen moritur!
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Numquam!
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Hosanna in excelsis.
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Eternal rest given unto me, O Lord,
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Because Thou art merciful.
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Non dono tibi soporem aeternum,
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Nam misericors sum.
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The Silence of Light
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Elend |