Enchantment - God Send Lyrics
With grace my mother can you play the harpLike an angel to a saintI feel so lonely the loved falling far from graspDei gratia,heal the wounds that cut so deepTo never cease feeling such misery, so realTo utter with a lisp, so subtleAb initio ad finemI kiss your foreheadYou clasp to my palmsThe uterus from which gave birthStares withered and sopineHide the cries you so hearStripping you so *****Wipe the sweat from your browWeeping to a given droughtThe shrouding of the lightDeath is your god sendUpon your final breath the skin upon my arm rigoursDeus misereatur de profundis quantum libetTaedium vitae esto perpetua