GLORIA Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. nSicut erat in principio, et nunc, net semper, et in saecula saeculorum.nnRise up in a storm of lightnToo late now to stop the fightnThat takes away the gift of precious lifennAnd now in the dawn perhaps they’ll seenwhat they’ve done in His name should never benand every Sunday morning they go to watch the witches burnndrowning out the bringers of a dysangellionnnANGELE Dei qui custos es meinMe tibi commissum pietate supernanHac nocte illumina custodi rege et gubernannAssaulted by mortalitynFinal thoughts of familynFriends that they will never see againnnAnd now in the dawn perhaps they’ll seenwhat they’ve done in His name should never benand every Sunday morning they go to watch the witches burnndread to hear the bringers of a dysangellionnnCan't escape velocity nor stop mankind's atrocity nGod grant thee serenity to livennAnd now in the dawn perhaps they’ll seenwhat they’ve done in His name should never benand every Sunday morning they come to watch the witches burnnlate to fear the bringers of a dysangellion n n n n