Vigilia Nocturna

A resonant bass soloist, cathedral organ, and polyphonic vocal textures transform night-shift duty into sacred art.

The stories behind Vigilia Nocturna

Lyrics

Medeia nocte, medeia nocte,

The world was dormant,

the spirit in our

hearts.

The corridor's cold in the third hour

of night, far below towers of

medicine light. The brotherhood

gathereth where pipes run deep, to

tend the machines while the sufferers sleep.

With oil and with slather, with

meter and fill,

We shift in the dark to the unuttered

way, The pressure must hold,

the vapor must rise,

this morning awake into sorrowful

cries.

All works eternal abide

with us. The Transformers

come in a tranquil refrain,

banishing darkness and banishing pain.

Vigilia nocturna, costos de

coris The Biomed brotherhood sings

in the deep Keeping the process

while sickness doth sleep

No parade on the highway, no laurel

of pride Yes, by your vision the

breath does abide,

the hand that restoreth, the horse that

it loves.

The pressure is fifty,

the oxygen pure, The infant

incubator, warm and secure.

Let all light creepeth through ground level

paths,

another after an affliction of paths.

We lay down our instruments out

to the floor,

and quietly shudder the sub

-basement floor. Oh,

fish in the water, the stars they fall

in, the behemoth of the woods sings

in the deep,

Keeping the horses while the sickness doth sleep,

No parade on the highway, no lull of

pride,

As by a feast on the belt that abides,

The hand that restored the

hearts

that it was

A road of surges

The woods of sleep

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