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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Vae, vae Babylon civitas magna quia licit in corde suo:
Sedeo Regina, et vidua non sum et luctum non videbo.
Ideo in una die venient plagae eius,
mors et luctus et fames et igne comburetur.
Vae, vae civitas illa magna Babylon, civitas illa fortis,
quoniam in una hora veniet iudicium tuum.
Cecedit Babylon magna
et facta est habitatitio daemoniorum,
quia de vino irae
fornicationis eius biberent omnes gentes
et reges terrae cum illa scortati sunt
et mercatores terrae de virtute eius
deliciarum divites facti sunt.
Vae, vae civitas illa magna
quae amicta erat bysso
et purpura et deaurata erat aura.
Post hac vox citharoedorum et musicorum,
tibia atque tuba canentium
non audietur in te amplius,
quia mercatores tui erant principes terrae
et in veneficiis tuis erraverunt omnes gentes.
Et sanguis Prophetarum
et Sanctorum in te inventus est.
Revelation 18: 7-9, 2, 3, 15, 21-24
Woe, woe to Babylon, the great city since in her heart she says:
A Queen I sit, and I am no widow, mourning I shall never see.
So in a single day shall her plagues come,
death and mourning and famine and she shall be burned with fire.
Woe, woe to that great city Babylon, that strong city,
since in one hour shall your judgement come.
Fallen is Babylon the great
and become a dwelling place of demons,
because there shall all peoples drink of the wine
of the anger of her fornication,
and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her
and the merchants of the earth have grown rich
with the wealth of her favours.
Woe, woe to that great city
that was clothed in fine linen
and purple and was decked about with gold.
After this there shall be heard no more in you
the sound of the harpers and minstrels,
of flute players and trumpeters,
because your merchants were the great men of the earth
and all nations were deceived by your sorcery.
And the blood of the prophets
and saints was found in you.