Comforter Lyrics

Metus Comforter

For it was
not an enemy
that proceeded to reproach
me
It was not an intenese
hater of me that assumed
great airs
against me
Otherwise
I could conceal myself
from him
But it was you
a mortal man
who was as my equal
familiar to me
All my blood
upon so called my friend
let me go down
to the dead
but free is your will
my so called friend
words of your mouth
yet made me dead