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 (Rising)
Radiant and real (Celestial)
Purged agony, all the grief (Burial)

Acceptance, my arms aloft, my crucifix (Wordless cries)
Lived my way (Quietus)
Fall away (Of the light)