| Ashes of malice remain in this liturgy
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| And you cherish mysteries of my body & blood
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| At morn, at noon, at twilight dim;
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| Lucifer, Thou hast heard my hymn!
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| When storms of fate overcast
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| And clouds reveal a shredded sky
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| Through all energy I feel
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| Lucifer, be with me still
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| Thus, in discourse, villains whiled away
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| The night that waned & brought no day
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| They entered my severed heart & reach into my bones
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| O, wherever your image may be
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| Nothing shall block my way
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| Thou hast bound many eyes but the strains still arise!
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| Groan with the ashes of lamentation
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| In all grief-stricken mourning and bitter complaint
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| Lucifer, Thou hast heard my hymn!
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| Play on the zither of salvation & the harp of misery
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| On the tabors of prayer and the pipe of praise without end! |