I come to this alone place

I come to this alone place,

cold and bitter and silent as death.

Cold, the darkness,

bitter the wind,

silent, the voice of God,

silent, silent.

I sigh,

and the sound of mourning

pierces the black air,

I cry out into the night sky;

the stars look back,

cold and bitter and silent as death.

I lie, broken and blood-stained,

the darkness covers my tears.

My God! My God!

Why have you forsaken me!