Earth is the center of my body
Heaven the center of my soul
My body falls down with no-one pushing
Soul doesn't rise up without pulling
Slowly my soul ascends towards heaven
Like head over heels my body has fallen
Along with the first touch of sickness
I also feel it's victory
- It makes my life deceased
Gone is the sleep, the image of death
To make way to the exemplar itself
- I might die rigtit now
Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead
Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead
Rise up, you dead surgite, mortui
God shall not give me into the hands of Satan
I have fallen into the hands of the Lord
My bones have no peace for the sake of my sins
Pass my sins upon the one in whom you've pleased
I shall see how great is his mercy
And peace shall dwell within my bones
Gone is the sleep, the image of death
To make way to "the exemplar itself
- I might die right now
But God calls the nonexistent as if they existed
Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead
Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead
Rise up, you dead surgite, mortui
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
