He is the sovereign, knows everyone's heart,
has known it from the very start.
Create the stage with guilt and regret.
The diagnosis unheeded, there lies a cure
that concedes to sickness:
healing for those who desire it.
Today is the day, acknowledge and stay,
wear the sackcloth and scatter the ashes,
and scatter the ashes.
Like a scholar in the dark accuses,
God in the dock will see through all excuses.
The ancient man came forth and touched
the robe with great respect and feared.
Steer them right,
lead them onward and over the shrine.
Son of Leah, you are not alone:
breathe, sarcophagus.
A cry of a vulture, a cry of a man.
Steer them right,
lead them onward and over the shrine.
Son of Leah, you are not alone:
breathe, sarcophagus.
Son of Leah, you are not on your own.
Steer them right,
lead them onward and over the shrine.
Son of Leah, you are not alone:
breathe, sarcophagus.