The Excess of Sorrow, Laughs

Why you said you've fooled me now?

What is that never returns?

Why you said you've fooled me now?

In the excess of sorrow, joy cries

What if death is false alarm?

In the excess of sorrow, buoyed you laugh

Excess of joy cries

I need my poor half dead sigh

I was there when the sky turned

And all my fear was confirmed

Did we then seize the ire?

I need my chariot of fire

I was there when the sky turned

And all my fear was confirmed

Did we then seize the ire?

Did we then seize the ire?