Easter Sunday, we were walking   Easter Sunday, we were talking   Isabel, my little one, take my hand   Time has come      Isabella, all is glowing   Isabella, all is knowing   And my heart, Isabella   And my head, Isabella      Frederick and Vitalie   Savior dwells inside of thee   Oh, the path leads to the sun   Brother, sister, time has come      Isabella, all is glowing   Isabella, all is knowing   Isabella, we are dying   Isabella, we are rising      I am the spring, the holy ground   The endless seed of mystery   The thorn, the veil, the face of grace   Brazen image, the thief of sleep      The ambassador of dreams, Prince of peace   I am the sword, the wound, the stain   Scorned, transfigured child of Cain   I rend, I end, I return      Again, I am the salt, the bitter laugh   I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star   The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ   Dying and drying as I rise tonight   (Isabella, we are rising)      Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are rising      Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are rising      Isabella, we are rising   Isabella, we are