My Epic - Perfector Lyrics
I'm still a young manSo I think very little of deathWho really does, 'til it's coming for them?And I know with each breath I come one closerBut death is just a hook behind the doorWhere I'll leave my dirty clothesThey may dump my body in the seaSpread my ashes miles wide, It won't matter, All my parts will realign.They rush to find each otherWhen they hear their Lover's cry, And death will be abandonedWhen He comes back for His brideSaints are never buried, They are seeds plantedWho bring about a greater harvest whenThey burst forth fromThe earth that needed their fruits, But it could never hope to makeEnough room for their roots.(Ah Ah Ah Ah Oh)Death is swallowed up, (Ah Ah Ah Ah Oh)It owns nothing in me, (Ah Ah Ah Ah Oh)Oh, death is swallowed up, (Ah Ah Ah Ah Oh)It owns nothing in me, Oh, precious in the sight of the LordIs the death of His faithful ones.Precious in the sight of the LordIs the death of His faithful ones, Oh, death is swallowed up.Oh, it was always you, it was always you.Oh, it was always you, it was always you.Oh, it was always you, it was always you.Oh, it was always you, it was always you.Oh, it was always you, it was always you.
