I.
In the ancient gutters of Rome
murmurs the thronged concession
of old monks singing God's prayers.

And if you listen, you can hear
the voices of marred bones
beseeching their Lord for peace.

(Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini)

II.
I fear you abandoned us long ago;
as my blood called to you,
as the mist swallowed my tongue,
as my hallowed screams fell deaf.

Did you weep?

III.
Yea, though I walk through the valley
in the shadow of Death, I can see you.
my faith is guttered, O Lord -
but I can still see you.

(Hossana in excelsis)

IV.
Glory in the highest descends -
for if you are not my God,
why then, have you come?

V.
So in the shadows I shall wait
as my body grows cold.

(And in the shadows I shall wait
as your body grows cold.)

09/21/2008

Posted on 04/14/2010
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