Soror Dolorosa - Soror Dolorosa

Blood gets down in my grave’s loam

A blade cut my tongue, when will I play again?

In my garden, without shedding my own blood

Blood explodes through my grave’s loam

When flesh is suffering and suffering is my flesh

Sensual decay of my body

And life, a theater of pain

And life, to love, to die

And life, for the savour of tears

No discretion in my prayers, my passion nailed to a black cross

Sister death knocks on my door for the last rites

A torment as a temptation, my body tied up by putrefaction

Resurrection in blood, for the next holy day

And life, as a radiance of pain

And life, to die and love again

And life to die and love until the Sunday

And life, for the savour of tears

And life !

For the savour of tears

Blood gets down on our grave’s loam

A blade cuts our tongues and our fingers

Resurrection in blood for the next holy day