Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine,
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Kyrie eleison
He is a chordpainter.

Tuba mirum spargens sonum

Sleep mothered them and left the twilight sad.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!

Dies irae, dies illa,
Lacrimosa dies illa.

Futility - Sinnlosigkeit

Wie Tänzer und eine Fee.

Was it for this the clay grew tall?
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earths sleep at all?

When Io! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying: 'Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him.'
But Abraham would not so,
but slew his son
And half the seed of Europe one by one.

Pleni sund coeli et terra gloria tua.

But they who love the greater love
Lay down their life, they do not hate.

Und eine endlose Reihe der Trauer - Futility

Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna!

"Strange friend", I said, "here is no cause to mourn"

Da war ein gewonnener Krieg.

Sollen wir denn morden, um des Fortschritts Willen?

None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress."

Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.

Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna!

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine:
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Let us sleep now!
Let us sleep now.

Mer-Yan