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Sanctus

Sanctus Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus, Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus! Dominus Deus Sabaoth, Dominus Deus Sabaoth. (x2) Pleni sunt coeli et terra, gloria tua. Pleni sunt coeli et terra, gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis (x4) Benedictus qui venit in nomine Benedictu...

Sic Mors Bitam

Sic Mors Bitam By ending its beauty, Age or the course of time sweep it away, Soon deflowers its splendour. Flower turns into fruit, gem into mud, Man turns to dust, and to death Paying his tribute here below. For his life, for his being are Sorrow...

Sleep

Sleep Sleep brings no joy to me Remembrance never dies My soul is given to misery And lives in sighs Sleep brings no rest to me The shadows of the dead My waking eyes may never see Surround my bed Sleep brings no hope to me In soundest sleep they...

Terra Superbit

Terra Superbit You, who modify the face of the heavens into Proteus Where you create new arrangements, Populating our air with birds and Gripping everything under your rule; Under whose sign the world rejuvenates, And the forest’s hair curls with lea...

The Indian Serenade

The Indian Serenade I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee And a spirit in my feet Hath led me, who knows how To thy chamber window,...

The Last Word

The Last Word Creep into thy narrow bed Creep, and let no more be said Vain thy onset! All stands fast Thou thyself must break at last Let the long contention cease Geese are swans and swans are geese Let them have it how they will Thou art tired; be...

Tuba Mirum

Tuba Mirum Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulcra regionum, Coget omnes ante thronum. Mors stupebit et natura, Cum resurget creatura, Judicanti responsura. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus, Cum vix justus...

Winter Days

Winter Days In these our winter days Death’s iron tongue is glib Numbing with fear all flesh upon A fiery-hearted globe An age once green is buried Numbered the hours of light Blood-red across the snow our sun Still trails his faint retreat Spring...