Libera eis Domine
 
 There is no healing balm of reason
 
 Beside the grave of my beloved
 
 Libera eis Domine
 
  
  Death with so pitiless a laugh
 
 Reveal yourself with famished indulgence
 
 Death with so
  
 
 Libera eis Domine
 
 Libera eis Domine
 
 There is no healing balm of reason
  
 
 When will my sorrow begin to pale?
  
 
 Gather me, for I am scattered
 
 Speak comfort to me
 
 Share my sorrow
 
 Gather me, share my sorrow