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?