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[Psalm 1 'The Blessing']

[The Priest:]
Confess your sins to God, don't be afraid.
Just like me of flesh and blood you're
made. I can heal your wounds and cleanse
your soul, but never return all those
lives you stole.
[The Witch:]
'You can burn in hell'
[The Preacher]
God gives you shelter at heavens shore,
abandon your thoughts to the mighty.
Into the chapel of holyness, live for the
sacred empire, engender the Enigma.
[The Unorthodox]
Sacerdotal majesty, a recreant nonentity?
Do you remember when you said.
[The Priest]
I can heal the dead.
[The Unorthodox]
Paroxysmal ecstacy, dementia or deity?
Sapless you are crawling, to confess
your sins?

[Psalm 2 'Celestial Dissension']

The further side, a confounded lie,
panegyration a reunion of riddles? The
sorrow, the funeral truth, mentally
fraud wih pseudo relics, enigma, unholy,
ungodly, commander of the regeneration.
Insidious and caught, implored by disgra-
ce. Inhumation... The burial of man. Con-
fession... Unify all evil. Deep inside, the
unknown quest, the sphere is so depres-
sed, a harp with broken strings, and the gro-
und, this mazy world do still exist, the
ghouls arise from the mist. Renascent
through the holy scripture, submission
to what for us is illusion. From the tene-
brous depths of history, who will divulge
the mystery. Unguiculated, unholy,
ungodly, commander of the regenerati-
on, insidious and caught, implored by dis-
grace, inhumation... The burial of man,
comfession... Unify all evil.

[Psalm 3 'The Loss of Hallowed Life']

Ha, ha, ha, haoow.
[Psalm 1 'The Blessing']      [The Priest:]   Confess your sins to God, don't be afraid.   Just like me of flesh and blood you're   made. I can heal your wounds and cleanse   your soul, but never return all those   lives you stole.   [The Witch:]   'You can burn in hell'   [The Preacher]   God gives you shelter at heavens shore,   abandon your thoughts to the mighty.   Into the chapel of holyness, live for the   sacred empire, engender the Enigma.   [The Unorthodox]   Sacerdotal majesty, a recreant nonentity?   Do you remember when you said.   [The Priest]   I can heal the dead.   [The Unorthodox]   Paroxysmal ecstacy, dementia or deity?   Sapless you are crawling, to confess   your sins?      [Psalm 2 'Celestial Dissension']      The further side, a confounded lie,   panegyration a reunion of riddles? The   sorrow, the funeral truth, mentally   fraud wih pseudo relics, enigma, unholy,   ungodly, commander of the regeneration.   Insidious and caught, implored by disgra-   ce. Inhumation... The burial of man. Con-   fession... Unify all evil. Deep inside, the   unknown quest, the sphere is so depres-   sed, a harp with broken strings, and the gro-   und, this mazy world do still exist, the   ghouls arise from the mist. Renascent   through the holy scripture, submission   to what for us is illusion. From the tene-   brous depths of history, who will divulge   the mystery. Unguiculated, unholy,   ungodly, commander of the regenerati-   on, insidious and caught, implored by dis-   grace, inhumation... The burial of man,   comfession... Unify all evil.      [Psalm 3 'The Loss of Hallowed Life']      Ha, ha, ha, haoow.