Afflications Songtext
von Morar

Like the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey

He whose heart cruel
Fate hath contracted
Struggles but vainly
Against all the barriers
The brazen thread raises
But which the harsh shears
Must one day sever

To whom balsam was poison

To whom balsam was poison

To whom balsam was poison

To whom balsam was poison


With thy glimmering torch
Lightest thou him
Through the fords when ′tis night
Over bottomless places
On desert-like plains

But who stands there apart?
In the thicket, lost is his path
Behind him the bushes
Are closing together
The grass springs up again
The desert engulphs him

Who'll heal his afflictions
To whom balsam was poison

Who′ll heal his afflictions
To whom balsam was poison

Who'll heal his afflictions
To whom balsam was poison

Who'll heal his afflictions
To whom balsam was poison

First despised
And now a despiser