(The Latin word lacrimosa means "weeping".)
We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help
If my garden would have a fence
Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
And sit on the grass and eat all the flowers
And shit
Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling down
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare
Man I have a terrible feeling
That somethings gone awful wrong with the world
Is it something we made
Is it something we ate
Is it something we drank
Hi I'm Icarus
I'm falling
From the dust of earth
Returning back for judgement
We must prepare
They keep on burying our dead
They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got is a giant crop of names
And dates
Hi I'm Icarus, I'm falling down
On this day of tears and mourning
Man for judgement must
Spare me, spare oh god and mercy
Lacrimosa dies ilia
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
(Translation from Latin)
Ah! that day of tears and mourning!
man for judgment must prepare him;
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!