Spires, the Wailing City
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Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain
Devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to
Its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of
The night she heard the child scream...
Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh?
Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman โ the deamon lendeth a hand
Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs?
Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb
O young gentle witch of mine...?
He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency
And deformed hands ruin her progeny
His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted
Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi
Et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur.
And it came to pass at a night in Rome
That I dined with a Bohemian Priest.
Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon
Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour
Who so calumnious mocked our Virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs
Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble
"Here he stood, here he stood!"
Devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to
Its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of
The night she heard the child scream...
Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh?
Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman โ the deamon lendeth a hand
Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs?
Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb
O young gentle witch of mine...?
He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency
And deformed hands ruin her progeny
His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted
Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi
Et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur.
And it came to pass at a night in Rome
That I dined with a Bohemian Priest.
Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon
Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour
Who so calumnious mocked our Virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs
Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble
"Here he stood, here he stood!"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:16.67] Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain
[01:27.46] Devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to
[02:38.54] Its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of
[02:49.36] The night she heard the child scream...
[04:42.71] Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh?
[04:51.76] Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman โ the deamon lendeth a hand
[05:01.78] Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs?
[05:10.76] Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb
[05:55.85] O young gentle witch of mine...?
[05:56.73] He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency
[06:12.14] And deformed hands ruin her progeny
[06:30.20] His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted
[07:28.28] Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi
[07:32.74] Et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur.
[08:26.19] And it came to pass at a night in Rome
[08:35.23] That I dined with a Bohemian Priest.
[08:43.58] Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon
[09:00.71] Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour
[09:18.96] Who so calumnious mocked our Virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs
[09:36.15] Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble
[09:49.06] "Here he stood, here he stood!"
[09:51.72]
[01:27.46] Devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle, and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to
[02:38.54] Its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of
[02:49.36] The night she heard the child scream...
[04:42.71] Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh?
[04:51.76] Art thou willing to deny the Anomalous Woman โ the deamon lendeth a hand
[05:01.78] Hast thou murdered unchristened children, and anointed their limbs?
[05:10.76] Hast thou received burning semen inside the womb
[05:55.85] O young gentle witch of mine...?
[05:56.73] He seemeth not disposed to lose his potency
[06:12.14] And deformed hands ruin her progeny
[06:30.20] His sinful phallus treacherously disenchanted
[07:28.28] Ecce veritatem dico sciens quod dum auditores sint verbi
[07:32.74] Et non factores amplius deus offendit et lucrum meum augmentatur.
[08:26.19] And it came to pass at a night in Rome
[08:35.23] That I dined with a Bohemian Priest.
[08:43.58] Who so woebegone moaned about a nameless tree, a female and a Daemon
[09:00.71] Who so afflicted screamed when tied to the columns of our saviour
[09:18.96] Who so calumnious mocked our Virgin in obsessive abuse of his limbs
[09:36.15] Perennially suffering... howling... crushing his teeth into the marble
[09:49.06] "Here he stood, here he stood!"
[09:51.72]