Текст песни Mourning Without The Sun

Seated within the ashes Reflecting on my afflictions Righteously I scrape my flesh This my divine tribulation Without curse upon the lips Though all of my bones burn with heat As a harp turned to mourning Into the voice of them that weep This is the mourning without the sun A cry into congregation Without the sun Those that plow inequity Forever the first to deceive So quick to take what's given Turn their backs when evils received I have held my tongue Never reproached you Divine providence I will not be moved Absolved through these afflictions.