Je m en vais. Vous me cercherez... Saint-Germain-de-Pres

It’s too late. There is darkness all over the hill
Never mind our tears, Adonai,
I was born to develop my faith as a skill
For the sake of the Dies Irae

Empty desert absorbs all my screams, all my pain
Take me, Father, whatever I am.
There’s no shadow and no one to lighten again
Any stars over Jerusalem.

Handsome face, brazen gaze, what’s the hell of a place
Do we need any treason at all?
I would give up The Heaven for Judah’s embrace
How You’ve managed the Dearest to fall?

How it feels when your favorite angel is gone?
Does Your sky look my desert alike?
I have met him; his voice was so sweet and so strong
I’ve upset him refusing to strike.

Here I’m sitting attended by spiders and snakes
Looking forward my trial to start
Have You ever been conscious of how much it takes
To stay faithful while falling apart?

They are up to survive nothing more than a rain
Famous thunder all over the place
Never bother considering prayers in vain
For Your Lordship’s ordeal is to praise.