| One ever hangs where shelled roads part
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| In this war He too lost a limb
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| But His disciples hide apart;
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| And now the Soldiers bear with Him
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| Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi
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| Dona eis requiem
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| Near Golgotha strolls many a priest
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| And in their faces there is pride
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| That they were flesh-marked by the Beast
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| By whom the gentle Christ’s denied
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| Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi
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| Dona eis requiem
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| The scribes on all the people shove
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| And bawl allegiance to the state
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| Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi
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| But they who love the greater love
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| Lay down their life; |
| they do not hate
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| Dona eis requiem
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| Dona nobis pacem |