Hollow soul, flesh and bone,
make your way to the white tombstone.
Follow me, to the trees,
leave your soul for man to weep.
Don't you stop, don't you fret,
death waits not your sins to bear.
Don't you hope, don't you pray,
mercy won't save you this day.
Hollow soul, flesh and bone,
your head for every sin you sow.
God on high, judge this soul,
show him mercy where we don't.
- GS
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