Lyrics

From those around I hear a cry, O God, O God, my eyes are blind. From those around I hear a cry, a muffled sob, 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 hand 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 day, when it must leave its body's core and meet with its eternal fate. O mark the words that I do say, who knows tomorrow could be your day. At last it comes to heaven or hell, decide which now do not delay. Come on my brothers, let us pray, decide which now do not delay. Come on my brothers, let us pray, decide which now do not delay. O God, O God, I cannot see, my eyes are blind, am I still me? Who has my soul been led astray for still fear, priceless be? Alas, to dust we all return, some shall rejoice while others burn. If only I knew that before, the light was short and came my turn. And now as beneath the salt, they lay me with my record cloth. They cry not knowing I cry words, for they go my fate to my God. O mark the words that I do say, who knows tomorrow could be your day. At last it comes to heaven or hell, decide which now do not delay. Come on my brothers, let us pray, decide which now do not delay. Come on my brothers, let us pray, decide which now do not delay.