O' Death
Michael Lee
You cast me down
Lying endlessly
Chained shackled to the ground
You torture relentlessly
But I am not your slave
I am a son of the King
O' death where is your sting?
You have no power over me
The battle is already won
It is finished He is risen I am free
Your net of darkness
A heavy burden so gently whispered
Slowly pulling me down
I must be delivered
Because I am not your slave
I am a son of the King
O' death where is your sting?
You have no power over me
The battle is already won
It is finished He is risen I am free
O' death where is your sting?
You have no power over me
The battle is already won
It is finished He is risen I am free
