I shall soon die with good works galore if only you told me of the sins that he bore heaven is near
and I cannot wait if only you told me that hell was my fate I did not make it how could this be
if only you told me what would happen to me I tried to do good I thought all as well if only
you told me the tortures of hell I went to church every week thought I'd scaped the flame if only
you told me believe on his name years have gone by and yet I still burn if only you told me what
my transgressions did earn the worst part about this is the length I must bear if only you told me
but you did not care today we reap or miss our golden harvest today is given us small souls to
wear old things are safe some dear ones from the burning together to bring subsidy