[0:08] A cathedral the rot won't touch.
[0:12] Struck from every map
[0:17] and standing still.
[0:33] They sheltered there,
[0:36] the unborn,
[0:39] the orphaned,
[0:41] carried by pilgrim women.
[0:46] None of them left.
[0:55] A vault so well hidden the world
[0:58] believes it vanish.
[1:00] It's only waiting.
[1:03] The fallen come here.
[1:06] Some seeking absolution.
[1:10] Some to be buried.
[1:13] The Vatican rarely tells them which
[1:21] and those who took too much.
[1:25] The world keeps that debt.
[1:58] born of a right
[2:01] conducted by frightened righteous men.
[2:08] Not by me.