O DEATHLY MINISTER

A time of day, a moment in a season, a second under the sun.

We're all just grains of sand waiting for the tides of time to wash us away.

As soft waves wash over a thousand silent seas.

Ich bin die finsternis und der meister Raums und der zeit

Ich bin ein Schatten von Wasser und Fels

By this I am made; by this I am undone

As this is my tomb, as this is my plight- my right

O MISERABLE SAINT