The Spangle Maker
Текст песни Before The Empyrean Throne

Watching life from a northbound train
Flying by without sound
Spreading frost crossed the windowpane
And the night tumbled down

In principio erat Verbum
et Verbum erat apud Deum,
et Deus erat Verbum.
Credo in Deum
Patrem et Filium
Et Spiritum Sanctum

Stumble home like a harlequin
With a torn paper crown
Crying "Father, please let me in,"
But there's no one around

Confiteor Deo
Omnipotenti,
Quia nimis peccavi
Mea culpa ... cogitatione
Mea culpa ... verbo et opera
Mea maxima culpa

On my breast there's a scallop shell
On my back there's a tree
Straight ahead is a throne of fire
And I fall to my knees
En ego genibus me provolvo
Quod mundum vivificasti

Walking out through the fields of wheat
Waking up with the sun
In the distance that welcome gate
Now the journey's begun

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus exercituum:
Plena es terra gloria tua
Gloria Patri,
Gloria Filio,
Gloria Spiritui Sancto.

Tantum ergo sacramentum
Veneremur cernui
Pange lingua gloriosi
Alleluia, Deo gratias
Alleluia, Deo gratias
Alleluia, Deo gratias
Amen