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...