I am asleep, yet my light shines,
Transcends the time, travels through space,
Reaches into the dark confines
Where dead are laid in morbid place.
My light reflects from dusty walls,
Erodes the dirt, moving gravestones,
Raises the dead in darkest halls,
Restoring flesh on rotting bones.
Awake the wretched, rise again!
In dreams of death abide no more!
Stretch out your limbs, renewed as men,
Follow the light through opened door!
And when you breathe the peaceful air –
Walk through the planes and mountains steep,
Follow my light to hidden lair,
And do not leave myself asleep!