Testo Misericorde II - Anatomy Of Quiescence

Fall into the abyss of the sky
Epitaph...
None of God, one of I

Precipice of all, I release myself
Radiant and real
Purged agony, all the grief
Acceptance, my arms aloft, my crucifix Lived my way
Fall away
(Rising celestial burial
Wordless cries
Quietus of the light)