Trampled on the grave of a man named Paul,

My vision has clouded upon my fall.

Darkness dwelling inside me awakened

And hope to escape within me weakened

So I walked through the woods of thorns and blades

Eyes closed I traversed, 'till the haze have faded

Now on a cliff's edge, I'm faced with a man

His smile was as bright as the rising sun.

Then arose as soon as I heard Him call,

Arose from the grave of a man named Paul.