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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.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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Deduc, Syon, uberrimas Velut torrentem lacrimas! Nam qui pro tuis patribus Nati sunt tibi filii, Quorum dedisti manibus Tui sceptrum imperii, Fures et furum sociii, Turbato rerum ordine, Abutuntur regimine Pastoralis officii.
Ad corpus infirmitas Capitis descendit, Singulosque gravitas Artus apprehendit; Refrigescit caritas, Nec iam se extendit Ad amorem proximi, Nam videmus opprimi Pupillum a potente, Nec est qui salvum faciat Vel qui iustum eripiat Ab impio premente.
Vide, Deus ultionum, Vide, videns omnia, Quod spelunca vespilonum Facta est Ecclesia, Quod in templum Salomonis Venit princeps Babilonis, Et excelsum sibi thronum Posuit in medio; Sed, erecto gladio, Scelus hoc ulciscere, Veni, iudex gentium, Cathedras vendentium Columbas evertere.
Zion, bring forth a superabundance Of tears like a torrent, For those who are born to you as sons In the place of your fathers Into whose hands you have placed The sceptre of your rule, are now As thieves and companions of thieves The natural order of things Being overthrown, they abuse The governance of the pastoral office.
The disease of the head Descends to the body And the aggravation Seizes every limb; Love grows cold, For now it no longer extends To the love of one’s neighbour For we may see the orphan Oppressed by the powerful man Nor is there anyone who can bring redemption Or who can deliver the just man From the wicked oppressor.
Behold, God of vengeance, Behold, God seeing all things, That the Church has been made Into a den of thieves, For the Prince of Babylon Has set up a high throne For himself in the midst of The Temple of Solomon; But come! judge of the nations, Sword held aloft, To avenge this crime and to overturn The seats of those Who are selling the doves.