• Resurrection

    To the lord of darkness,
    The lord of suffering
    The lord of torture.

    I plead you let my soul go,
    To fly freely around the void,
    Of freedom,
    Of tranquillity.

    To the lord of death,
    Let my soul run free and everlasting,
    Let it flourish,
    In love rich soil.

    The day my body dies,
    The day my soul be planted,
    Growing over eternity,
    In the soil of the memories.

    When finally the tree blooms,
    New life shall be reborn,
    And I shall be reborn,
    In a new body of flesh,
    To walk the earth once more.