Libera eis Domine There is no healing balm of reason Beside the grave of my beloved Libera eis Domine Death with so pitiless a laugh Reveal yourself with famished indulgence Death with so Libera eis Domine Libera eis Domine There is no healing balm of reason When will my sorrow begin to pale? Gather me, for I am scattered Speak comfort to me Share my sorrow Gather me, share my sorrow