Adam first sinned and I have followed. With tainted blood I walked & wallowed. Cursed from birth, destined to die. My body decays before your eyes. I attempt to fight, but there is no resisting. Like dung my efforts in stench consisting. With bleeding hands, with weighty conviction, He exchanged His life for my affliction.
He first raised and I will follow. Death, where is your string? When in our midst His praises bellow. Death, where is your string? Exalted He stands, the right hand of power. Death, where is your string? His return, the final hour. Death, where is your string?
He first raised and I will follow. Flesh turned dust in 6 feet shallow. My body replaced; an immaculate prize. In glory bathed before your eyes. I ran from grace, but there is no resisting, like moths to light; boa’s constricting. His love, His grace, His revelation, the effect of which; my transformation.
He first raised and I will follow. Death, where is your string? When in our midst His praises bellow. Death, where is your string? Exalted He stands, the right hand of power. Death, where is your string? His return, the final hour. Death, where is your string?
Come & get me! Death, take me home! Move swiftly! Death, take me home!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
