| Within the grave the body lies still beneath the soil
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| Aimless roots invade the casket as the body begins to spoil
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| Bereft of life, this rotting flesh, once nurtured in the womb
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| From uterine to pine it rots inside its silent tomb
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| Demon cry
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| «With howls of laughter we saw them die
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| The life was ripped from them in days gone by
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| We watched the carcass go down
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| Lowered into the ground
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| And we saw the dirt fall
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| Now they lie there of no use to Him at all.»
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| At the advent of the firstborn of the dead
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| The Spirit gives life to that which was mortal
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| Rent from the soil, exhumed of the earth
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| Life is restored when removed of the grave
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| Within the grave the body stirs as remains are realigned
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| The cadaver sown in weakness finds it can forsake the pine
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| Cervical meets thoracic as it claws its way through earth
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| Then the slab is rent asunder by a child of the rebirth
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| Demon cry «They're disinterred to seize the sky
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| Raised to life and thence to never die
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| We saw their eyes, they have power, their frailties are gone
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| We thought that we would have more time
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| Before they would be rent from the soil.»
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| Exhumed of the earth, life is restored when removed of the grave
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| At the advent of the firstborn of the dead
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| The Spirit gives life to that which was mortal
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| Death has been devoured |