From the recording Revival
Lyrics
Lay my body in the cold, cold ground
Pray for me one more time to come around
May you speak only fondly of my name
As I return to the earth from which I came
Grab your pistol and your bible
Should've seen the look upon your face
Cried aloud for my revival
And I crawled out of my grave
Now this body, fear not what you see
Cold and empty is all that's left of me
Restless soul, cursed to forever roam
Until I return to the earth where I belong
Grab your pistol and your bible
Should've seen the look upon your face
Cried aloud for my revival
And I crawled out of my grave
Grab your pistol and your bible
Should've seen the look upon your face
Cried aloud for my revival
And I crawled out of my grave