Silent

Sorrow ever awaits on joy

And has rendered me to pieces

You who must stoop to view the skies

Stoop amongst 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

Silently, silently

Waiting, to gorge in solitude

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 will my sorrow begin to pale?