The day we were born
The day Death will stalk us
Every step of our way
He never wants to forget
It's his job to do
Bringing back home the escapees
To the land where we have to process
Going to be free living like the lords
The bad people of all kinds
They will face the music and turned over
When they have repented of their sins
They are sent to reborn and lived again
On this land we call home
It is to learn the good over the bad
For a better living is awaiting us
A chance we shouldn't forget
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