About This Song
About "Messe de Requiem, Op. 48/N 97b: III. Sanctus" by Balthasar Neumann Chor
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus—the words circle like slow planets. Fauré builds a cathedral of sound, but the light through its windows is twilight, not noon. The chorus swells with solemn grace, each chord a stone laid in a foundation that trembles just slightly, as if the earth beneath is breathing.