Oh Satan, youre the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lambs book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefatio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, O Lorde my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefatio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum.
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