Baroque Kyrie Eleison

The cliff stands right there,
The church is right behind you,
Everyone is inside waiting for you, waiting for the bride.
Lord Have Mercy
They are praying, praying for you
Your mind wars.
What do you want, do you really want this
That cliff is just so enticing
The sea roars, so cold and frothy,
At the base of the hard, black rocks.
You can't run anywhere
Lord Have Mercy
You don't even understand what they say
You don't know what they want.
What you want is escape
They frighten you.
Lord Have Mercy
You need to hurry, Decide! Quickly! You jump

Lord Have Mercy
Torches are held high they search for your body,
They shout to each otehr.
They can't find you.
And then your body washes on shore.
Lord Have Mercy

The Angels, so disquieting in their perfection,
Carry you away.
Lord Have Mercy
They are so angry;
Demons call for you;
Angels carry you.

Two forces meet at once.
Driving with indescribable speed to one another Give you peace. That was all you wanted. They understand
Hell and Heaven Collide. It is like a dream.
You hang there, far above, watching.
Thunder lightning and fire clash beneath you.
A mourning is sent out for your body, but you rise,
You are going to your rest.
It is almost painful, this beaty, flawlessness you see before you.
Dona Nobis Pacem
Granted

This is basically my personal favourite, written to another classical music piece, I believe Bach.
~Dea