Under a night sky
Lay many that died
Because they refused
To follow Christ
They walk in shame
They walk in pride
They love their sin
Instead of God
Now their bodies
In the ground they will stay
While Satan prowls
Searching for more prey
Many dead bodies
Still rise each day
Because they are dead spiritually
And continue to say
“I am the master
I am the king
I am a god
No one is like me”
Because of their lying tongues
And blasphemous words
They will burn
And their screams won’t be heard
The unrighteous will learn
The consequences of their mistakes
Though they make their choices
God is the master of their fate
We must humble ourselves
We must repent of our sin
Or we will be like the dead bodies
That will soon never rise again