Monument by The Ruins of Beverast Lyrics
For the glory of God, let none of them be blameless
Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath
When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition
Vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter
And we impose canonical lustration upon thee
A humiliating oath of the morbid one
Touch the Gospels
Vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter
And we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee
Blood from the mouth and the Bishop's erection
Dare not to persist in heresy
Vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter
And being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy
Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest
At the church, in the dungeons
Vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter
And the charity, oh! We lavished upon thee!
A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation!
Thou art now profane in death!
Vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi
And impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee
As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge...
Thou art now profane in death!
Sit laus deo
Exterminium haeresis
Pax vivis
Requies aeterna defunctis
Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath
When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition
Vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter
And we impose canonical lustration upon thee
A humiliating oath of the morbid one
Touch the Gospels
Vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter
And we celebrate torturous interrogation upon thee
Blood from the mouth and the Bishop's erection
Dare not to persist in heresy
Vel reperitur suspecta de haeresi violenter
And being repentant, thou keepest the burden of blasphemy
Which enrobeth thee in blue, and crosses thou wearest
At the church, in the dungeons
Vel reperitur confessa haeresim et impenitens atque relapsa certitudinaliter
And the charity, oh! We lavished upon thee!
A triumph of beloved damnation, oh atrocious damnation!
Thou art now profane in death!
Vel reperitur non confessa sed convicta de haeresi
And impenitence igniteth the darkest of all pride upon thee
As thine innocence is godless, and the lord is our judge...
Thou art now profane in death!
Sit laus deo
Exterminium haeresis
Pax vivis
Requies aeterna defunctis