One, two, three, four
Take on all the crimes I have committed
Take on all the crimes I now admitted
And give me a new heart and a new spirit
Oh, you take no pleasure in the death of anyone

Come remove the heart of stone from my body
Come remove the mask, it made me so ugly
Burn the page that caught me in the wrong story
Oh, you take no pleasure in the death of anyone

Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead

Tear out all the lies and thoughts that haunt me
Tear down all the walls they build to stop me
And give me a new heart and a new spirit
Oh, you take no pleasure in the death of anyone

Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead

So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life
So that they come to life

Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead

Come from the four winds, breath
Breathe on these dead