| «O God of Earth and Altar
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| Bow down and hear our cry
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| Our earthly rulers falter
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| Our people drift and die
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| The walls of gold entomb us
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| The swords of scorn divide
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| Take not thy thunder from us
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| But take away our pride.»
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| (G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal)
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| Just a babe in the black abyss
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| No reason for a place like this
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| The walls are cold and souls cry out in pain
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| An easy way for the blind to go
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| A clever path for the fools who know
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| The secret of the Hanged Man — the smile of his lips
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| The light of the Blind — you’ll see
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| The venom that tears my spine
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| The Eyes of the Nile are opening — you’ll see
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| She came to me with a serpent’s kiss
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| As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips
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| Moonlight catches silver tears I cry
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| So we lay in a black embrace
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| And the Seed is sown in a holy place
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| And I watched, and I waited for the Dawn
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| The light of the Blind — you’ll see
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| The venom that tears my spine
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| The Eyes of the Nile are opening — you’ll see
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| Bind all of us together
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| Ablaze with Hope and Free
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| No storm or heavy weather
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| Will rock the boat you’ll see
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| The time has come to close your eyes
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| And still the wind and rain
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| For the one who will be King
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| Is the Watcher in the Ring
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| It is You |