Secret of the Dead

To know and to condemn fall gently side by side
For a corpse reduced victim to lift it's head and rise
Accuse your accuser, Let the truth be known
Wipe off your tears, let your memories be shown.

For justice must be served, even in death.
An innocent should not suffer the guilt of thee oppressed,
Don't die with your secret hidden deep within your heart
Rise and let it be known your accuser struck the first blow.
Jealousy the hand that turned this once friend into foe.

Accuse your accuser, let your memories be shown
Wipe off your tears, Let the truth be known
To know and to condemn fall gently side by side
For a corpse reduced victim to lift it's head and rise.