Listen, my brother, and you will hear a story to cast away your fear.
Hear, my sister, and you will know a lie begun.
So long ago, once upon a garden fair.
A cunning serpent nested there.
Through whispering leaves, a wicked lie.
Indeed, he shall not surely die.
A genius plots a master plan to deceive our souls with a sleight of hand.
But listen, my friends, and you will see the truth that waits to set you free.
Yet, that very day, death was born.
In that sparkling world, in its very morn.
For a guiltless lamb had to give its life.
In the place of the man, of the man and wife.
Jesus the lamb, the messiah, the king.
Was to take the blood of the serpent's dean.
And we got one more chance with the man and his wife.
A chance to choose, choose between death and life.
A genius plots a master plan to deceive our souls with a sleight of hand.
But listen, my friends, and you will see the truth that waits to set you free.
But that serpent of old is alive and well.
Like a lion he roars while the death bells knell.
And as silent and still in the grave they lie.
He whispers again, you did not surely die.
A mask in the shadows, a breeze in the night.
He comes like a mist, like an angel of light.
A rainbow of comfort to be by your side.
He wants you entrapped where there's no place to hide.
If your mother's an angel in heaven above.
Then why would our God, in the name of love, Forbid in His word to speak to the
dead.
To draw comfort from those who have gone on ahead.
For it is not your sweet mother who now speaks to you.
For she sleeps in the grave, the Bible is true.
But the spirits of demons call forth to deceive.
As in Eden of old, to the beautiful leave.
And to tell you the lies they want you to believe.
He's on a show with His voice in disguise.
With a message from hell, meant for your demise.
For the dead know nothing, the Bible does say.
They go down in silence, till the last day.
When the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall arise.
And awake from the dust, and fly up
with Jesus they'll go.
Past the stars, to their home, promised so long ago.
The genius plans, a master plan.
To deceive our souls, with a sleight of hand.
Now listen my friend, and you will see.
The truth that reigns to set you free.
Set you free.
Listen my brother, and you will hear.
A story to cast away your fear.
Look my sister, and you will see.
The love that reigns to set you free.