Maria I hear your voice, so soft as if you call my name from atop a grave buried alive Assailed by wickedness I am in eternal torment drowning in this sea, a sea of temptation In suits and gilded vestements, with disordered postmodern appearances the forces of Satan amass, trampling your otherworldly beauty O Maria are you not the Queen Of The Seas? Will you not command the oceans to boil and rise to reclaim a thousand coastal Babylons? Make us free Maria