Earth is the center of my body Heaven the center of my soul My body falls down with no-one pushing Soul doesn't rise up without pulling Slowly my soul ascends towards heaven Like head over heels my body has fallen Along with the first touch of sickness I also feel it's victory - It makes my life deceased Gone is the sleep, the image of death To make way to the exemplar itself - I might die rigtit now Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead Rise up, you dead — surgite, mortui God shall not give me into the hands of Satan I have fallen into the hands of the Lord My bones have no peace for the sake of my sins Pass my sins upon the one in whom you've pleased I shall see how great is his mercy And peace shall dwell within my bones Gone is the sleep, the image of death To make way to "the exemplar itself - I might die right now But God calls the nonexistent as if they existed Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead Surgite, mortui - rise up, you dead Rise up, you dead — surgite, mortui