Let the Weak Pray by Their Saints

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To Pour Out on Them All My Burning Anger

Let the Weak Pray by Their Saints

The Consequences of Your Insolence be Left up to Creator

God the Great, Father of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth

Erased by the Centuries of the Centuries

Of the Sin That Stalks in the Darkness

Before Me was the Lamb, Conceiving on Mount Zion