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(Lionetti, Erkan)

Way down beyond the cross there rests a shallow grave

A tear of joy, a tear of sorrow for those who came

But there left a mystery about this place

Once again, they were about to see his face

	To his death he was the king

	Of the sovereign land and netherworld

	He will rise to greet you, son

	And to guide you, chosen one

"Now they will see, just what it means,,,

The power of light is brought in and its destiny calls"

Town people never liked to talk about the grave

Perhaps it was about events that once became

It seems a long, long time ago there was a scene

A resurrection of the most bizarre means

	To his death he was the king

	Of the sovereign land and netherworld

	He will rise to greet you, son

	And to guide you, chosen one

On that Oktober nite, the sword had almost taken a life

Matthias' strength was lost, except for all that was left inside

The winds of West blow stronger,

Lighrning striking from the sky

Then it descends from the East, wearing a shroud of white

And with the spirit came the powers for to heal

Though offset by witnesses with fear to feel

Thy did not know the ghost was there against evil veils

The spirit of Heinrich Gertrude Steele

	He will rise...He will

	He will rise...He will...rise!