Plea to Virgin Mother
Virgin mother and your son, grant me the branch of peace
Suppress my thoughts of demonkind, my blighted soul release
I have walked unclean, I've lost my way,
condition me for the judgement day
With my conscious pure, I'll bid his will
Endure my cross and proceed uphill
Open wide my clouded eyes, refill my gloomy void
Shed light on the teachings of the lord, to him I'll be employed
Between the cradle and the crypt stamp my heart divine
Angels voices in my psyche, the tongue which speaks is mine.