Lazarus, wake up from your mortal sleep And walk once more by his side, Magi adorn resurrect, but now forlorn. They only think they know his kind, they think he's one of a kind But had he brought by him the doom, had he brought another flood This bright morning star is a son of god, messiah of an age.
In the dark, of your own graves mortal keep What did you think that he comes? For his loved ones? Or the smell, they protested. They only think they know his kind, they think he's one of a kind But had he brought by him the doom, had he brought another flood This bright morning star is a son of god, messiah of an age.