Cold wind whispers of despair
Wrapped in linen and laid in stone
No more His cries shall fill the air
Three days mourning the death of a king
Three days mourning the death of a friend
Three days mourning the death of a prophet
The hope He brought at an end
But thunder rumbles and the tomb is laid bare:
And only a folded cloth remains there
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
A phoenix arises, conquering death
New life to all offering
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