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Beati sunt, qui audiunt verba prophetiae, et ne hoc quod est scriptum in eo: tempus enim prope est.
Ecce venit in nubibus, et tempestates; et videbit eum omnis oculus, et omnibus propinquis terrae plangent se super eum.
In medio Mortis, unum similem Filio hominis, clandestina indutus, oculos tamquam flamma ignis; ut si succendit in ac ignis; vocem eius mugitu cum sonos terrorem, In manibus eius; lux tenebrescere omnia luce,
Et dedit,
Noli timere; ego sum primus et novissimus:
Ego ipse, et, ecce, ego ursus claves inferni, de morte et sapientia
Tribulatio erit effundam inlacrimat et erit conatus, esto fidelis usque ad mortem, et dabo scriba te in lapidem
Et qui vicerit, et custodit opera mea usque in finem, ei dabo ei mysteria obscuratur.
Nam qui mentiri miser et dimittas me, erunt perdidit et pabulum, fractis ad comminuet autem, et mittatur in tenebras,
Cum his verbis eum interrogavit respondeo, sic ego respondi, cum infinita repetitio:
Cor mundum, crea in me, Sanctum Ignis!
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I drink trepidation's ichor, Your sour wine of ecstasy.
In my grasp is the immaculate nucleus, obscurity awaiting movement.
By very nature I advance, utter darkness emanates from thy crevice, devour!
It is the negation of God that acts as a catalyst for truth.
Perdition is an absolution time could never of foretold.
O Holy Fire, create in me a clean heart.
Congregatio de seraphicus et impia
Ad purgandum miser, turpis cor hominis
O Holy Fire, create in me a clean heart.
It is the negation of God that acts as a catalyst for truth.
Perdition is an absolution time could never of foretold.
A transfiguration of and through the unconscious mind, the touching of hypostases.
Fear sows the seeds of truth, nailed between radius and ulna, dripping wrists and hands of blood. As if I were dashed through verticality, wrist and ankles bound, for a death of sorts!
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Moonlight Illumes Thee
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Cor mundum crea in me, sanctum ignis...
Cor mundum crea in me, sanctum ignis...
Cor mundum crea in me, sanctum ignis...
Cor mundum crea in me, sanctum ignis...
A blaze of divine collusion and disclosure with Death,
Thy elation does emerge, this foul heart endures its ghost.
Hope is the invention of fools and of ignorance, the harbinger of pyorrhoea.
Laughter cracks the fear and continues to ensue ecstasy,
pain brings me closer to death.
The current of refracting thought harrowing matter and ether.
The transcendental mind - a chasm of discordant perpetuity!
It is the negation of God that acts as a catalyst for truth.
Perdition is an absolution time could never of foretold.
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Ego bibit ex calice exinanitionis
Vidi foeditatem Hominis
Audivi verbum
In ignes Hominis erimus devoravit
Audivi clamoribus
Sedeo, aspicientes in nocte, Hominis exitium
Quam ius te, ubi lucifer
Desertio Dei est necesse
Homines vehit in sua sordes
Ora pro nobis, Sancte Ignis!
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