ever awaits joy and has rendered me to (pieces) Requiem, Kyrie, Requiem I drown in remembrance sorrow ever awaits on joy and has rendered me to (pieces) Requiem, Kyrie, Requiem
blackened chest Tears, dense, welling in swollen eyes Resplendent in winter?s ash Where is my God, in the dull ear of night? With tuneless voice, a requiem
: Amorous eyes, crippling word I bring Grief vents itself more violently The hour of parting is at hand Hope, your warmth failed The famished are here
: 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 Stoop to slake
: Gather me, for I am scattered Speak comfort to me Gather me, share my sorrow Lacrimosa
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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 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
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
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
with blackened chest Tears, dense, welling in swollen eyes Resplendent in winter?s ash Where is my God, in the dull ear of night? With tuneless voice, a requiem
