The echoes sluggishly passed into nothingness
Disentangling quickly from other echoes,
Finding its way through the forest
Where nymphs reside and rest,
Laughing into our ears the same song.
It took us long, oh how long
To know, to understand
The sweat and blood on the sand.
Oh lacryma Christi!
The cry of rage exhumes from the caves
To banish the power of the graves.
It runs through the thicket
To our heart, to buy us the ticket
By the life, when it was born,
We, to crown it is with thorn!
Yet it found us, out of kindness
Despite our nothingness.
Oh lacryma Christi!
All is finished!
The scape-cow of the world
I lose myself to you
I want to test you.
Remember the blood in the sand,
Let the sun glow without end,
Let the world crumble before you,
But remember: we are only testing you!
Oh lacryma Christi!
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