Warm body
hot cross
wrong judgment
cold grave
I now lie on the cross
they hammer nails into me
the fire purifies the soul
and remaining is a mouthful of
ashes
I will return
in ten days
as your shadow
and I will hunt you down
Secretly I will rise from the dead
and you will plead for mercy
then I will kneel in your face
and stick my finger in the ashes
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
