Dressed in His purple cloak, gleaming
[Dressed in] His purple cloak, gleaming red, He—a fire that devours fire—gathered to Himself His loyal servants, their flesh and their blood. They consecrated themselves to Him, each man killing his own son and his own brother. O sons of men, it is to you I call, I appeal to every man.
Be still, my abandoned people,1 my survivors, my loyal ones…
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