Mourning Without The Sun (исполнитель: Thy Will Be Done)
Seated within the ashes Reflecting on my afflictions Righteously I scrape my flesh This my divine tribulation Without curse upon the lips Though all of my bones burn with heat As a harp turned to mourning Into the voice of them that weep This Is The Mourning Without The Sun Cry Into Congregation Without The Sun Those that plow inequity Forever the first to deceive So quick to take what's given Turn their backs when evils received I have held my tongue Never reproached you Divine providence I will not be moved Absolved through these afflictions.