Far away in the horizons
Lays the land we call Edem.
Our holly father, mother
Born and lived there
Their first days.
Mighty sword of sacred fire
Turning up and down there.
Bulls and lions wings are clashing
Stopping us from glancing inside.
We in fear are running from them
With a pray to see the beauty
Of the inner garden.
God has doomed us all forever
Living on the hellish earth.
When we die the dooms day are coming
And the trembling human soul
To the judge is coming over,
Who will judge
Down to hell to send the soul?
Or to Edem's Paradise?
(Edem=Eden) |
