When the cursed all are banished Doomed to that devouring furnace Summon me among the blessed. On my knees I fall (before them) Grant the dead eternal
Heaven wasn't wasn't as was fold My heart throbs My strength is spent The very light has gone from my eyes Evil for Good I count on you (God) It's
Day of Anger What dread there will when the judge shall come? To judge all things to judge things strictly What shall I plead in my anguish? Who will
How useless to keep my heart pure and wash my hands in innocence. When I was stricken all day long, suffered punishment. Day after day. Heavens are
Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve Exaudi and ruin them for the work of their hands Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve (and never
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sin. Some were forced to rely on their guilt ...But who is God? Your Heaven or Hell? Some were (very) pleased on account of their sins. Let them free I lament
Rest and piece eternal give them
As I think of you. With cries that pierce me to the heart For I own all the beasts Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills. With cries that
The book before them Where all records have been written When Creation comes in Trial Then the Gods will sit in Judgement Canticles as hope Do not
