Come, grieve with me This dawn of deliverance Atone in the silence Of this last eventide
In great sadness I bring down my hand To end all that which to me brought grief
I gave you to this world – drenched in birth blood Must I now curse the day you were born?
Hallowed my name that you have long scorned You primeval husks of impurity
Son, give back what’s rightfully mine And take no claim since your sin does shine bright Your life has been mine to take for all time So give back what’s rightfully mine “Father how can you proclaim Death unto him, the very same That granted you name, the power The living flame?”