On the Innocents


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On the Innocents

Our King is swift

To gather up the blood of the Innocents,

For which the angels sing together and proclaim their praises,

But the clouds over the same bloodshed

Lament.

Now the tyrant in the heavy sleep of death

Has suffocated because of his malice,

But the clouds over the same bloodshed

Lament.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit

But the clouds over the same bloodshed

Lament.


De Innocentibus

Rex noster promptus est

suscipere sanguinem lnnocentum.

Unde Angeli concinunt et in laudibus sonant,

sed nubes super eundem sanguinem

plangunt.

Tyrannus autem in gravi somno mortis

propter malitiam suam suffocatus est.

Sed nubes super eundem sanguinem

plangunt.

Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto.

Sed nubes super eundem sanguinem

plangunt.