The chant from ancient days.
Sings in the corridor of time always.
Death for all but the resurrected.
Death a thief your life deducted.
The cry for all does never falter.
'Where is my way out, my saving alter'?
Even in laughter the heart does cover.
Oh, cover the ancient chant trying to smother.
Fearful hearts do always distract.
They will not lay hold of this gruesome tract.
Sing infernal chant, sing I say, loader.
Sing that every heart may shutter.
Shutter till it meets you face to face.
And brings down salvation's heavy mace.
To crush you till your song has no place.
In confidence I now stand victories and you disgraced.
Copyright Rhea Crosley