Requiem

I thought about a sacrifice
And if anyone has ever understood what I wrote
In the shadows, in blood, with blood
I thought about a sacrifice.

Actually I don't mind
You can however drink of me
As I was a marble fountain in the heart of Rome.

I thought about a sacrifice
And if anyone has ever understood what I wrote
In the shadows, in blood, with blood
I thought about a sacrifice.

Actually I don't mind
You can however eat of me
As I was a wedding banquet you were not invited to.

Mourn on my portrait
Cry on my stone
It's not me to pay the coffin
Neither cash, nor rates
Mourn on my portrait
Cry on my stone
It's not me to pay the coffin
Neither cash, nor rates.

If god existed and I believed in him
He would be seated in this room with me
Tuba mirum spargens sonum per sepulchra regionum.

My thoughts are too inmost for your lips
My words are too low for your ears
If god existed and I believed in him
He would be seated in this room with me
The reign of fire hasn't come to its end yet
My pulsing blood is not dried in the veins yet.

(Accogliete la sua anima e presentatela davanti al trono dell'altissimo.)