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The birth of the death once life is engendered

The soil swallows into it's cold tomb

Here on the ground my mind won't unfold

Here where I lay, I shall not remain

Above the sky there's nothing but cold

But below the ground I'm the spirit of old

The birth of life once death is occurring

I unfold but I enfold the demise

The cross of death carved deep into flesh

The creation of your god

The saviour away from the land

of sickness, of chaos

Creations of your god

Still you are mourning for death

Where is the wisdom of you all?