Here me heavens

O cry o'er death

Sweet resemblance

Of Thy living breath


Let not the flames and eternal fires

Burn thy soul to pityful ashes

Thus pay in exile and now desires

The bliss of paradise and eternal hapiness


Darkness, go far away

For like time, the light should come

And deafening silence, come not my way

For the angels above have sung


I was born, I lived, still died

and today shall I not cruise

the lands I've built, moist, undried

and fish the seas of Juan dela Cruz


I've claimed the lives that You have made

I've done it all, from lust to greed

Now I shall suffer to have You paid,

Father tell me, when will I be freed?