Oh my black soul
Now thou art summoned by sickness
Death's herald and champion
Thou art like a pilgrim which abroad hath done
Trason and durst not turn to whence he is fled
Or like a thief which till death's doom be read
Whisheth himself delivered from prison
But damned and haled to exection
Oh make thyself with holy mourning black
And red with blushing as thou art with sin
Religion or Illusion, religion or confusion
Religion or illusion, religion or dissolution
