when I in the season of autumn in my life I expect to die and pass on from death to life though this flesh rots and decays and falls from the bone the lot of my days won't be to lie in the grave
the worm down in the earth consumes not my essence the grave, the tomb, holds no sway on me, impotent sinews reknit and joints made anew, mind awake this corpse will live not to die or grow sick again
in my twilight hour I am assured that though I die I will face to face see the ancient one and in my rebirth I shall arise to taste of life and death will have no victory
when my hour has come to pass on and I meet death I will awake in the ancient halls of glory and when mighty legions go forth to purge the earth my flesh will groan in the grave for its time has comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
