O Sors mundi, flamma caeca,

rota voltus, nox et saecula!

To live

Or fade

The edge of a blade

Between a breath

And borrowed earth

Rides alto, ploras infra —

cor regis frangis una!

I count my wounds

My sleepless moons

This cruel parade

Of breaking days

Fumus spes est, glacies amor,

dies lucet, mox est horror!

Clamamus: audi voces

mortalium in tenebris!

Do I wear this shadow crown

Or lay it down

Just lay it down

Is the dark beyond the door

Less cold than all I’m bleeding for

Moriar

Vigilabo

Vigilabo

Moriar

Fortuna, domina ferox,

coronam dat, postea tollit.

Sic transit gloria ficta,

sic ruit lux — et cadit vox!

To fight this storm

Or drown in form

Of hollow fate

And borrowed praise

Nos sumus cinis et ignis,

nos sumus venti errantes.

To fall

To sleep

In the soundless deep

Where dreams might rise

Or burn my eyes

Cantus noster — ultimus —

tremit inter astra!

(hear me now)

Do I wear this shadow crown

Or lay it down

Just lay it down

Is the dark beyond the door

Less cruel than all I’m breathing for

Moriar

Vigilabo

Vigilabo

Moriar

If I cross

Do I lose you

Or were you

Gone before the dawn

This “after” calls

Through broken walls

If souls still ache

I dare not wake

O Sors! O Sors! O Sors!

In tenebris

Quaerimus

In umbris

Nos sumus

Do I wear this shadow crown

Or lay it down

Just lay it down

Is the silence past the flame

More kind than bearing all this shame

(oh, answer me)

Moriar

Liberabor

Liberabor

Moriar

Nos sumus cinis et ignis,

mortalium in tenebris!

In tenebris

Quaerimus

To be... to bleed

I choose this grief

Moriar

Liberabor

Liberabor

Moriar

Nos sumus cinis et ignis,

mortalium in tenebris!

In tenebris

Quaerimus

To be... to bleed

I choose this grief