Dawn my skin   Thinking of memories   In my yesterdays dream      And the truth was in   Watching as children pass   Over birds of the sin      And the Son will rise   Like a morning star overhead   Bring on the days    In the year of the Dead      Judge me true   Thinking of all these white    And the kings of youth      With their nights so bright   Cutting through darkest of hour   And the main glass filled      And the Son will rise   Like a morning star overhead   Bring on the days    In the year of the dead      And the Son will rise   Shining just and still overhead   Washing away   In the year of the dead      Open and remember me   You want to open to be free   You want to open remember   You want to open to be free   You've got to get up, get up, go remember me   You've got to get up, get up, go to be free   You've got to get up, get up, go remember me   You've got to get up, get up, go to be free