The Burıal - Death Conquered

As the skies turned black and the world was shaken to its very core
His chosen people were amazed at the words that they ignored
The day, the time were in their hands
Yet they didn't prepare for His arrival
They saw the Lord Himself
But even now, in our present lives
Creation groans for its restoration
A sinful fall
Deceitful lies
There is need for our salvation
But we are not without hope
So let us come unto the throne
Of the One who sympathizes with our iniquities
For we are not without hope
I know my Redeemer lives And will again stand upon this earth
After my skin is destroyed
In my flesh, I shall see God
The same spirit that rose Him from the dead now dwells within us
To save us from the bonds of death that had once enslaved us
His name we praise
The flames of Hell, they knew my name
And in their fire, my sins consumed me
But there He was, One without blame
And in His hands, He held the keys
Death, where is your victory
Where is your sting
Christ conquered the grave
Now bow to your King