Blind Man's Cries

To the Low Breton tune: "Ann hini goz"

The murdered eye is not dead
A spike still spllts it
Nailed up I am coffinless
They drove the nail in my eye
The nailed eye is not dead
And the spike still enters it

Deus misericors
Deus misericors
The hammer pounds my wooden head
The hammer that will make the cross
Deus misericors
Deus misericors

The undertaker birds
Are thus afraid of my body
My Golgotha is not over
Lama Lama sabacthani
Doves of Death
Be thirsty for my body

Red as a gun-port
The sore is on the edge
Like the drooling gum
Of a toothless laughing old woman
The sore is on the edge
Red as a gun-port

I see circles of gold
The white sun bites me
I've two holes pierced by an iron bar
Reddened in the forge of hell
I see a circle of gold
The sky's fire bites me

In the marrow twists
A tear which comes out
I see inside paradise
Miserere de profundis
In my skull twists
A sulfur tear which comes out

Blessed the good dead man
The saved dead man who sleeps
Happy the martyrs the chosen
With the Virgin and her Jesus
Oh blessed the dead man
The judged dead man who sleeps

A Knight outside
Reposes without remorse
In the hallowed cemetery
In his granite siesta
The man of stone outside
Has two eyes without remorse

Oh I feel you still
Yellow moors of Armor
I feel my rosary in my fingers
And Christ in bone on the wood
I gape at you still
O dead Armor sky

Pardon for praying hard
Lord if it is fate
My eyes two burning holy-water fonts
The devil put his fingers inside
Pardon for crying loud
Lord against fate

I hear the north wind
Which bugles like a hom
It is the hunting call for the kill of the dead
I bay enough on my own
I hear the north wind
I hear the hom's knell