Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis
Putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini
Nostri ei praeposuit
Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood. I say Praise the Lord, praise, o servants of the Lord...
We will sing a new song to Thee, o God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope...
Putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini
Nostri ei praeposuit
Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood. I say Praise the Lord, praise, o servants of the Lord...
We will sing a new song to Thee, o God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope...