Soror Dolorosa Lyrics

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.

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