Antaeus

Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus
Te deprecamur magum redemptorum
Benediction benediction
Breathing from the wrath of the cup of God
Curse unto thee, thou flesh of these hands
For hast thou not hid me from salvation?
Curse and thorns... the deserved reward
For thou has fructified the whore of doubt
Therefore hell hath enlarged herself
And opened her mouth
Without measure
And their glory, and their multitude