and down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? Sure thou art come O
Hail Mary full of grace The Lord is with Thee Blessed art Thou amongst women And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, Mother of God Pray
And a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speech Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for this grave mistake How thou art falling
crowns around the glassy sea; Holy, holy, holy Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Who wert, and art, and evermore shall be. Holy, holy, holy
graves to victory hear the sighs of the entombed that had denied him before the rising unleash the perverse lust thy forgotten diabolic desires now thou art
sake of Apep a?? for the death of Raa?¦ For the glory of thine future a?? for the death of God. Thou art the leader as night our savioura?¦ On the edge
but soon to be freea?¦ but legions of starsa?¦ the stars suffers with me! Thou art the star o' Venusa?¦ Oh Seraphim! The Holy Spirit: Thou must
, God in three persons, blessed trinity Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide Thee Though the eye of the sinful man, Thy glory may not see Only Thou art holy
! Alleluia! Thou burning sun with golden beam Thou silver moon with softer gleam! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou rushing wind that art
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty God in three persons, blessed
funeral "Thou art born for Horus dwells in Thee" Slumbering with the ebb and the flow of this foaming tomb "Thou art
sandman The Unicorn arrives with the westwind to dream His funeral "Thou art born for Horus dwells in Thee" Slumbering with the ebb and the flow of this foaming tomb "Thou art
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thou'lt aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi' many ties O'hame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first of spring Thy
Whether rain or sunshine Early as the morning dew Holy from the wombs of the early morning spring Thou art the dew of Thy youth Jah Jah say Jah Thou art
is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou