The dead rest in silence so they might hear

The long awaited who is drawing near

The bells shall not toll on days such as these

In hopes that their savior shall vanquish all fear

The living await a man who is free

For none afford liberty such as thee

But none has arrived that bears no restraint

And none has the riches to pay such a fee

He who is righteous, let him not be faint

He who is brave, let his soul not be taint'

He who is wholesome, let his works be true

But he who is flawless, forever we wait

A curse is upon us, both I and You

That death  shall haunt us and obstruct our view

So wait a  savior, who is yet near

For this debt that we carry, soon shall be due

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