J-ust died in the shadows,
A-fter the midnight moon;
M-an of faith, love, and hope,
E-ternal life will be given
S-oon.
F-rom the cradle to the grave,
E-arly morn thirteenth of June;
R-esting, then he'll wake up,
R-ising above the horizon.
E-nd of sleep will come on the command of the Father;
R-apture will forever last, death is like a slumber.
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