Letra A Supplication de Patrick Cassidy original
By our looks of mute despair,
By the sighs that rend the air,
from lips too faint to utter prayer
Kyrie Eleison
By the last groans of our dying
Echoed by the cold wind's sighing
On the wayside as they're lying
Kyrie Eleison
By our fever stricken bands
lifting up their wasted hands
from bread through out the far-off
lands
Kyrie Eleison
For our dead no bell is ringing
Round their forms no shroud is clinging
save the rank grass newly springing
Kyrie Eleison