Sorrow ever awaits on joy
And has rendered me to pieces
You who must stoop to view the skies
Stoop amongst the dying
The dying
Libera eos Domine
I silently wait and claw my eyes
Libera eos Domine
Stoop to slake this thirst
My sorrow can no more lament
There is no arm to cling to
Stoop to slake this thirst
I silently wait and claw my eyes
Libera eos Domine
Sorrow ever awaits
Silent, silently
Waiting to gorge on solitude
When?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
And to my head I raise these flowers
Yellowed, withered
Silent, silently
Waiting to gorge on solitude
When?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
