Wake Dead Man, Wake کے بول

Let the dead bury their own dead Will you still love me in famine As when love began at the harvest Or would you gain the whole world Son, i love you at your darkest But what good is the whole world When i promise no tomorrow I only promise your tomorrows Will never take you past my palm Love, what is love without trust At my word would you bring your isaac Son,I loved you at your darkest