Lyrics

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. Who marked 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. Oh God, oh God, I cannot see. My eyes are blind, am I still me? Or has my soul been led astray? Or still be a priceless be? 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 salt, they lay me with my record flow. They cry not knowing I cry worse. For they go my face, my God. Who marked 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. Oh God, oh God, I cannot see. My eyes are blind, am I still me? Or has my soul been led astray? Or still be a priceless be?