Steve Von Till - Am I born to die

And then i born to die To lay this body down And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown Soon as from Earth i go What will become of me? Eternal happyness, or woe? Must then my poor son be? Eternal happyness, or woe? Must then my poor son be? A land of the best shade I'm pierced by you, my thought That dreary of the dead Where all things are forgot That dreary of the dead Where all things are forgot