The Scorn of Death's Kiss harsh
against my skin
the flesh cold
My soul longs to be with thee
to dwell forever with the father
I've longed for this day
welcomed with open arms
to meet my God
I'll watch the world end as i Know it
as I'm washed with blood and
(he) crucified
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