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.