Life has taught me a mystery about how to
boldly keep living.
The enemy shall be wholly destroyed
Then swallowed up in flawless victory.

O Death, where is your lethal sting?
O Death, there will be a correspondence
to all your undertakings,
More than the creeping feeling itching and tickling me.
O Death, where will you go when it's your turn to die?
When that time comes,
which it surely shall, Will it bleed you dry?
All those people you stroke
shall one day arise from their sleep.
After all the history, in-between the time
of your first blood and your last,
They've certainly all changed,
No longer attached to playing for keeps.

If you are still the same
at such time,
You may feel the worst sting in human history.
When the time comes to trade places and reverse takings,
Will you pi, Will you cry?

To let you in on a mystery you may very well recall
about existing,
It could occur at any given moment
As a stinging of a star in the twinkling of an eye.
The trumpet will sound,
Then
The slain will arise changed, unbreakable, and unchained.

O Death, Where is your winless victory?
O Death, Where is your lethal sting?
O Death,
You are justified, but you too must die,
Then never shall you arise again.