Hell, what art thou wield?
divinity and glory of thy magnificent fire taketh me on the wings of the golden Falcon,
thy fire miniate the glory of heaven,
Hell, thou art shall be praised!
who made your face burnt?
heaven taketh the advantages of thy silence,
what made you silent? how can you be so, my sweet angel?
rise, wake up, for they’ve been enjoying on your expense!
divinity and glory of thy magnificent fire taketh me on the wings of the golden Falcon,
thy fire miniate the glory of heaven,
Hell, thou art shall be praised!
who made your face burnt?
heaven taketh the advantages of thy silence,
what made you silent? how can you be so, my sweet angel?
rise, wake up, for they’ve been enjoying on your expense!
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