Blessed are the poor in spirit
For theirs, is the kingdom of heaven
Blessed are they who mourn
For they shall be comforted
Blessed are the meek
For they shall inherit the earth
Blessed are the merciful
For they shall obtain mercy
Blessed are the peacemakers
For they shall be called children of God
Blessed are they who are persecuted
For the sake of righteousness
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven
Blessed are the pure of heart
For they shall see God
Where there is sorrow
Where there is grief
For the soul's crossing over
And those left beneath
For the one who's emerging from the darkness within
Trapped alone in the silence, too afraid to begin
Consolamentum, consolamentum
Consolamentum, consolamentum
To all of the brokenhearted, be at peace
To you, the weary stranger, be you blessed
For those fighting nature's conquests
Soothe your weary souls
Bathe in the flow of rhythm
Let the music take control
Consolamentum, consolamentum
Alleluia
God will wipe away
Consolamentum
Every tear from their eyes
Consolamentum
There will be no more Death
Consolamentum
Or mourning, Or crying, Or pain
Consolamentum, consolamentum
For All the former things have passed away
Consolamentum, consolamentum
For All the former things have passed away
Consolamentum, consolamentum
All the former things
Consolamentum
Have passed away
Consolamentum
Alleluia
Consolamentum
Alleluia
Alleluia