From Those Around, I hear a cry, a mouthful, a hopeless sigh. I hear their footsteps leaving slow and then I know my soul must fly!
A chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe, and then, Last Breath escapes my lips, It's time to leave and I must go! So, it is true (but it's too late). They said: Each soul has its given date, when it must leave its body core, and meet with its eternal fate
Oh mark the words that I do say, Who know? Tomorrow could be your day. At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell. Decide which now, do not delay! Come on my brother let's pray. Decide which now, do not delay!
Oh God! Oh God: I can not see! My eyes are blind! Am I still me?! Or has my soul been led astray. And forced to pay a priceless Fee?!
Alas to dust we all return, some shall rejoice, while others burn. If only I knew that before, the line grew short, and came my turn!
And now, as beneath the sod. They lay me (with my record flawed), They cry, not knowing, I cry worse, for, they go home, I face my God
Oh mark my words That I don't say, who knows? Tomorrow could be your day. At last, it come to Heaven and Hell. Decide which now, do not delay. Come on my brothers, let's pray. Decide which now, do not delay.