In the valley of broken skulls,
The dwelling of black vultures; tearing flesh from bones
Ghosts of many lurking, and calling for more.
Scores of souls departing the body of men,
Walking the road of condemnation and sharing visible regrets
My thoughts in the air, my tongue on a break
Head in-between knees walking along smelly paths of wicked spirits
My voice, no one hears in the serenity of the graveyard,
yet it caused an uproar, more severe than the thunderstorm
Sweat was thick blood dripping from nose and mouth.
I’ll hang down low till my voice travels up high
Into the ears of the saviour.
Shall my breath persevere the night?
and awaken my eyes when the sun rises?
Or shall my flesh the vultures divide?
and the spirits my soul condemn?
First it was the smell; of rotten flesh turned into sweetness,
like the lily-of-the-valley.
My broken skull came together and smooth skin they wore.
My ears welcomed songs of happy rejoicing;
My eyes opened and beheld the splendor of heaven.
My groom said to me, welcome home…your sins have been blotted out
Lay to rest; in the mansion I have built you.
Who has delivered us from the power of darkness into the kingdom of his dear Son: