Idumae
And am I born to die?
And lay this body down?
And as my trembling spirits fly
Into a world unknown
A land of deeper shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be
Waked by the trumpet`s sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies
(David Tibet, Current 93)
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