Slow death, decomposition,
Doomed to darkness, suffer in distress,
Burning in your condemnation as the flesh begins to rot.

Come the four winds, oh breath,
The Lord commands, breathe into these slain,
I will make breath enter you and you will live,
I attach tendons, put flesh on your bones.

Slow death, rotting in agony,
Corpse of fear, clawing from inside your graves,
Reborn, saved from misery,
Raised from death by the Spirit of the Lord in your soul.

Dry bones, deterioration,
Whole house of Israel, prophesy of truth,
Dead brought to life in salvation,
Eternal, vast army on their feet.

Oh.

Slow death, decomposition,
Doomed to darkness, suffer in distress,
Burning in your condemnation as the flesh begins to rot.

"Oh, my people," the Lord commands, "I'll put my Spirit in you to live,"
"I will open up your graves, bring you from them - then you will know that I, the Lord, have spoken."

Slow death, rotting in agony,
Corpse of fear, clawing from inside your graves,
Reborn, saved from misery,
Raised from death by the Spirit of the Lord in your soul.

Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, we are cut off,
Save us, Lord, from this hell.