Thy Will Be Done - Mourning Without The Sun lyrics

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