Probe this sadness, probe it with me
in hidden hollows, achiness, release.
Hollows hidden in my heart, sadness
I know not whence it came, whence it will go.
Touch upon hidden places,
into and out of the corners.
Achy, pent up reserves of tears,
release them, explore them, taste them on your tongue.
Mourning, weeping, wailing.
Enter Thalia daughter of the goddess,
restore happiness unto me.
Thalia, restore happiness to my breast,
thou deity of old.
Restore my heart, return to me,
limbs torn asunder in the wind, through the storm.
Fresh, life, renew, eternity
The aching building dam of sadness,
awaken, awoken fresh fears.
Dead, you have gone and I am left empty
as though you had died, have you not?
Mourn with me, upon the mount,
thou living God, are you not the one?
I confess to have felt you,
for your arms I have sought.
Explore the depths of my mourning,
probe my heart, we join together,
harmoniously seeking the depths, despair.
Thou hast abandoned me, I am,
Explore this sadness, probe the depths
enter in, kiss my tears away.
Gasping I release the anger, the pent up tears,
hidden ecstasy, relieve my agony.
Can I live, breath, through you?
Release, relieve, mourning, weeping, wailing.
Fears, deep fears, narrowly escape,
realization denied, Thalia cried
she had died.
Tread lightly, in the shadows
relieve the burden, upon my soul.
and on the third day was restored.
he is the one