Officium Defunctorum

Nigh does the tempest Draw to devour him Through sullen seas of throes The end of life begins His fame will fade in time His name is you and I We died the day that Adam died Outside the garden we're denied Nigh does the Master Draw to receive us To give unto our souls Harvested deeds we've sown His fame remains throughout eternity His name the Prince Of Peace He died the day our sin connived Outside the gates was crucified His blood was shed for all mankind Outside atonement we're denied