Behold the prophet, hear his message! | He was the one beneath the star | Ecclesiastic soul, nocturnal breath | Ultimate wisdom, the entrance to life A transcendental shadow surrounded his reality | The cross of fire is a sanctum of insanity | He will inherit the tears | He’s a woeful man to fear So can you see, can you realize? | The ending is just the beginning | Of a tale to be told forever | Reanimation was to come On the third day After his death, a crimson dawn | Petrified blood covered the sand | And the people there, silent as the night | Desolate eyes, staring but blind The distorted night on which they cried | Yet in the dark disbelievers smiled | A glorious ascension on the third day | He forgived then died – Now show us the way! So can you see, can you realize? | The ending is just the beginning | Of a tale to be told forever | Reanimation was to come On the third day