Eunoia

timor mortis conturbat me

Sinning daily, and not repenting,

the fear of death disturbs me.

For there is no redemption in Hell,

have mercy on me, O God, and save me.

timor mortis exultat me

Life is blood, shed and offered.
The eagle's eye can face this dree.
To beasts of chase the lie is proffered:
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.
 

The beast of foot sings Holdfast only,
For flesh is bruckle and foot is slee.
Strength to the strong and the lordly and lonely.
Timor Mortis Exultat Me.
 

Shame to the slothful and woe to the weak one.
Death to the dreadful who turn to flee.
Blood to the tearing, the talon'd, the beaked one.
Timor Mortis are We.