O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. - Psalm 63:1 NIV
Misery calls My blood has died And marked my eyes with stains perpetual Blood has died Lifeless life cradles dust Trembling, quantus tremos est futurus Fading, judgement is at hand