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...