Mourning Without The Sun letra

Seated within the ashes
Reflecting on my afflictions
Righteously I scrape my flesh
This my divine tribulation

Without curse upon the lips
Though all of my bones burn with heat
As a harp turned to mourning
Into the voice of them that weep

This is the mourning without the sun
A cry into congregation
Without the sun

Those that plow inequity
Forever the first to deceive
So quick to take what's given
Turn their backs when evils received

I have held my tongue
Never reproached you
Divine providence
I will not be moved

Absolved through these afflictions.

Thy Will Be Done - Letras

• A Lion And a Lamb
• A Solemn Oath
• And Fire Will Fall
• Bloodwitness
• Cast The Crown
• Earth's Final Embrace
• Epiphany (Boaz)
• Ex Morta Vita
• Eyes For The Blind
• In The Ways Of The Old
• Liturgy (Jachim)
• Machineries Of Debt (Rebel Or Regret)
• Mourning Without The Sun
• New World Idolatry
• Preserving The Sacred
• Selfless Portrait
• Subversion Of The Sleep
• The Great Rebuilding
• Threshold Of The Spirit
• Until The Ancient Of Days
• Unto The Sanctified
• Voice Divides
• Was And Is, And Is To Come
• You, The Apathy Divine