In no way death should be the deliverance from earthly sufferings
Which are the consequences of one’s disavowal
For there is no unacceptable experiences
Apart from those one has no control over at all

But who will be blessed by the Tabor's light?
Surely not a single soul meant to surrender

It is not in submission and compliance with the codes
That we will ensure peace and freedom
Thе only way out would be the end of all critical thinking
And our soul washеd of everything what makes us human beings
But who will be blessed by the Tabor's light?
Surely not a single soul meant to surrender

O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grave, where is thy victory?

Acts of rebellion may now seem so outdated
Left for old-fashioned dreamers out of this world
But Hope has undoubtedly changed sides
And turns out to reside only within those who live in jail

So is this how faith can triumph over death?
Is this what you really wanted?
A soul shackled to a lifeless body
O Grave, here is thy victory!