In the leafy shade of a wildwood, reflections of a 
distant light 
A tempting celestial song, calling into the light leading 
to the sky 

Somber, so very intense, kneeling to the ground. 
Gripe the soil! It turns into dust. Desperate fingers 
grasping, nothing. 

We are the organ pipes of living frailty: A voice in the 
dark, so strong yet so fragile. 
Now touch the serpents tongue and feel a true relief! 

We are the organ pipes of living frailty: A voice in the 
dark, so strong yet so fragile. 
Now touch the serpents tongue and feel a true relief! 
The flower must wither, the flower must die, again! 

Choir: We are the organ pipes of living frailty – A voice 
in the dark, so strong yet so fragile. 
We are the organ pipes of living frailty – A voice in the 
dark, so strong yet so fragile. 
The flower must wither, the flower must die.