Let Them Free
Make us know the shortness of our life
that we may gain wisdom and heart.
Some were sick on account of their sin.
Some were forced to rely on their guilt
...But who is God?
Your Heaven or Hell?
Some were (very) pleased on account of their sins.
Let them free
I lament for I am not and I blush for my right doing
I implore them Saviour Spare me.
The fool has said in his heart
There is (no) God above
He was sick on account of his sins.
Heavens Torment |
Miasma
How useless to keep my heart pure and wash my
hands in innocence.
When I was stricken all day long, suffered punishment.
Day after day.
Heavens are away.
Can he who made the ear. Can hear?
Can he who formed the eye. Can see?
Sin speaks to the sinner
Sin speaks to the sinner
Heaven or whatever
I cry loud for you.
But you are deaf to my tears, how will I confess?
How will I confess my offence to you?
Can he who made the ear. Can hear?
Can he who formed the eye. Can see?
Sin speaks to the sinner
Heaven or whatever
Is this a place For me?
Heaven, whatever, but first safeguard my fate
Is this for me and for them the way? |
Whose God?
Rest and piece eternal give them
Whose God?
And light for ever shine down upon them
Free the souls that faithful departed from hell.
What advocate entreat to speak for me.
When from the dust shall rise
What was hidden is uncovered
Not forgotten not forgiven unpunished.
Exaudi
Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve
Exaudi and ruin them for the work of their hands
Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve
(and never rebuild them) |