Bring me deep, oh death devour Cover me with darkness And paint me like death I drown in remembrance I am blind with weeping And will mourn until death
Misery calls My blood has died And marked my eyes with stains perpetual Blood has died Lifeless life cradles dust Trembling, quantus tremos est futurus
The hour of parting is at hand sorrow ever awaits on joy and has rendered me to (pieces) drink me deep o death devour cover me with darkness paint me
O misery you live I have been struck and am suffering O misery you live You take bread from hands that hold so little And show treason to a faithful heart
My God be upheld in our distress My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air the fangs of suffering tear at my bosom and refuse to release their hold
Dies illa, dies irae Dies illa, dies irae The hour is at... Loss and grief in chorus chime forth their canticles Loss and grief Dies illa, dies irae The
The hour of judgement is at hand the hour of judgement is... Lord be upheld in our distress The hour of judgement is... All fall silent, all fall Lacrimosa
Gather me, for I am scattered Speak comfort to me Gather me, share my sorrow Lacrimosa
Sorrow ever awaits on joy And has rendered me to (pieces) Sorrow ever awaits on joy And has rendered me to (pieces) Requiem, Kyrie, requiem
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I saw a tattered cloak, drawn about the face A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of
A thousand tears, a thousand eyes My friends and I, we cry Religion has raped us Forever we rehearse the song That strips our throats to blood We bare
And I looked to the air But the breeze was not cold I sought for your hand To hold unto me I lay awakened The dew on my brow Come take my life God, I'
Breathe A faceless one roams for my soul The air is dense behind me It follows, brooding, a presence that clamours for And strikes at my soul Shadows
I will wander I will gather my flowers Withered and how soon forgotten Sing with passion Sing with vehemence A grief too sad for song I pick the gravel
To my head I raise a wreath of white flowers and cry unhappiness my mournful valediction I drink deep into your soul Thanatos Kyrie elesion I tread Alone
We fell in love, with dust in our lids And the pain of a severed soul We lowered our heads and lifted our face Placed our bodies in celebration On the
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