When from death I'm free,
I'll sing on joyfully,
Not bound by superficial lust,
This curse upon the high schooler.

To God and to the Lamb,
Who is the great I AM,
Shield me from the ways of the damned,
And lay aside your crown for my soul.

O, what wondrous love is this?
As millions join the theme,
My romanticism shall call,
And you shall answer, all in good time.