Libera eis Domine
There is no healing balm of reason
Beside the grave of my beloved
Libera eis Domine

Death with so pitiless a laugh
Reveal yourself with famished indulgence
Death with so

Libera eis Domine
Libera eis Domine
There is no healing balm of reason

When will my sorrow begin to pale?

Gather me, for I am scattered
Speak comfort to me
Share my sorrow
Gather me, share my sorrow