The Spangle Maker - Before the Empyrean Throne lyrics

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