gaze upon my empty heart
enthrall me with your song
open my eyes, blinded by death
and fill my soul with eternal breath
and I’ll live again, though the others think I’m gone
and I’ll rise again, in this silent grave my faith is strong!
Oh, your touch I crave, forever
in this cold, lonely grave;
lift me with your living hands and
I’ll find my way to the promised land,
and I’ll live again, though the others think I’m gone,
and I’ll rise again; in you I’ll find my one, true home.