Текст песни Virgin Black - A Poet's Tears Of Porcelain

As tears again bedew my cheek
to your knees I cling.
Oh merciful one
Show me your glory.

Was I not bruised?
Have you not healed?
They dance to silence
but your song I hear.

Holy lord, fathomless God
tears flow
but the water is sweet.
Holy lord, fathomless God

I fall as one dead
with quivering lips.
Blessed be, priest and friend.
All Heavens bow In admiration.

Fathomless depth.
Measureless height.

Great is Thy holiness