[Peter:]
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In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle
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Seem to be screaming:
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[Demons:]
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Come we will
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Stranger!
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Stay for a while...
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You will be our capture
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why won't you be...
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[Peter:]
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So the dome is assailed by deviltry
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[Demons:]
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Virulence 'thro abominable sight
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Come we will
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Ye wait!
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Tremendous ae!
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[Peter:]
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They frown upon earth and earth's centuries
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Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings
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The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze
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Lay wallow in cloudy skies
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watch 'em if you please
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I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day
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so I did decide to have my rest that way
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In spite of ostensible spat in my heart
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I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard
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[Demons as gargoyles:]
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What would you say if we asked
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you to remain here
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until the time when days and nights are over
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and then... come we will!
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Did you not e'er happen to feel
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as if you had lived somewhere formerly
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and long ago?
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And now you do discover
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you're looking at something
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you had seen long
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long ago
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[Peter:]
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I've lost the track of time
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Wild slumber swept away 'em all
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Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor
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pale gleam of silver chandeliers
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obscure and delusive chants
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have run over the choirs
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so slow...
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[Arthur:]
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...Hence your virtuous mass
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shall be almost like the sacred grove
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where GOD himself does dwell and reign
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among such saints which all you have become!
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[Peter:]
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The last one I heard
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[Arthur:]
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Sow the seed of the faith
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deep into your hearts and lay open the gates
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do lead towards the skies
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there's the only device
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that does promise place for you in paradise!
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[Peter:]
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I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes...
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I was assailed by the spectre of beast
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Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist
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I was obsessed by the shadow of noose
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Take away your husk
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I cannot refuse...
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[Oze:]
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Insidious grove!
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And you shall have
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your wooden scales for your very own!
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[Peter:]
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It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...
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[Demons as gargoyles:]
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As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight
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sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds
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Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn
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blood-red hues
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that ye're hunting among for the crown
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ye had ne'er had
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and probably never ye will...
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Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty!
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But... ye believe that they will
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reveal the unreal
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the forces they hold
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and the power they steal!
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[Peter:]
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Bemoan the lust of life with me!
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Bewail their gloomy destiny!
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[Oze:]
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Just beware their bicker!
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Of this ae...
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I don't care!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Well
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ye lay bar those wooden gates!
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[Oze:]
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Run outwards the reality!
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Over the yawning deep...
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[Both in chorus:]
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Where as ye sow so shall ye reap!
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[Peter:]
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Each one received
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swallowed and sipped
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of that holy host'
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"body" and "blood"
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wafer and vine...
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You'll do as divine
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when yield shall arise
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when you get Eucharist!
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It seemed to me then...
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They swallowed and sipped
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instead of that holy host'
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wafer and vine
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only acorns and water...
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like in sleepy nightmare!
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All seemed to me then
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"He seems to be dead!"
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Lo! Whole vortex appears
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drawing all wicked things
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whining demons and imps
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there is nothing to seize!
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They reflowed forth again
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beating their wings in vain snarling
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no one is to blame
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but it's true all the same!
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This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss
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so the heaven e'en seemed to be
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on the verge of tears
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Were I asked what I'd seen
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through the veil of that mist
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thick and grey one had covered swamps with its quilt
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and the silence
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dead one did howl so through my ears
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that I hardly could hear
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I should probably say
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Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain
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but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away...
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As it seemed to me then
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far away from my corpse!
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So that night swam before me
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it turned out to be
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one in which the moon barely shone over the sea
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of that desolate gloom 'n hardly anything was
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seen but blue marsh lights were skipping about in the swamps
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