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)