Christs wounds are nothing compared to mine Turn the blood of the innocent into wine I am the absence of hope, the absence of light I am the emptiness in their eyes Ere thou who seek enter further, behold: Cursed is he that removeth the mark of hys lord Blessed is he that maketh the blind goe oute of hys waye Maketh the Lord prevail. Amen. Cursed is he who not please hys master but men Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea innocent. Cursed is he who let hys hearte goe awaye from the Lord. The lord prevails Amen Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself Blessed is he that murders Christ in his fellow men. Ave. The Lord prevails. Amen.