Oh, brightest solace! Darkest wing of hell! Unlock all gates and mysteries Oh, brightest solace! Darkest wing of hell! Of your healing touch I must not talk
They know life As a precious thing But you cast it all aside, Your hollow ways to stalk Leading them along the sighing willows Leading them along the sighing willows
Shedding tears is forbidden to you Nor will you think of the silent dead Their sorrows fading Faster than their names You give your gift unhailed to them In fear they taste the loss you bring That sad souls in your Sad wake, defaming your touch
Shedding tears is forbidden to you Nor will you think of the silent dead Their sorrows fading Faster than their names You give their gift unhailed to them Nothing stands your lifetaking sting Cradled to dust Are their angonies and shames