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 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 will my sorrow begin to pale? 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? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
