Ossa Mea

Ossa Mea

Hands of dead, those hands of snow
Tones of ivory and rich bones
Gliding in the air
In a soft and light gesture
That seems to order
But just beg

Ossa mea
Ossa mea

Rise in the distance, as if rise them
Someone that in view, of the altars sacrifice
Hands that consecrate
Hands that leave suns
But whose shadows, Stay in my eyes

Ossa mea – kyrie eleison
Ossa mea – requiescat in pace

They sing this mansion, where among weeping
Each one waits for the sepulcral handful
Of damp dust that will stifle his songs ...
Each of us is the northbound compass
Others sing life ha ha ha
I sing death...

I feel them now, bigs, hurts, pales touchings
Silent the eyes of the deadly sights
Hands of hope, to the madness souls
Close some many mouths at the same time



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