O Lord Woe Lord Woe Lord Make thick my blood that I won't feel The exhaltation of thy will O Lord Blind my eeyes that I can't see Thy vengeance coming down through me O Lord Woe Lord O Lord Make still my heart so I might lie And see not those you chose to die O Lord Smother these embers of a soul grown cold And blot my name out from thy tome O Lord Woe Lord O Lord Then bind my soul that it will stay And with this body soon decay O Lord Lord let me die, Lord let me rot Lord, give me not another thought