Ben ‘Adam (בן–אדם) Lyrics

Son of Man? Do these dry bones rise?

O' son of man, hath you not heard
Hath you not seen, with your own eyes
Hath ye not listened to thine commandments
Do ye continue to defy me again and again

Ye profane thy rituals
Ye offer thee sacrifices in which I had not asked of
I wish sometimes you would close the temple gates
And never let them open evermore

Go ahead, son of man
See if your gods raise you
And lift thee out from the grave
The crypt in which ye dug yourself in

Burn with me
Drown with me
Bleed with me
Mourn with me
And thy splendors of heavenly hosts
Whom ye choose to defile
And play the harlot to gods ye hath made for yourself
And live in eternal blasphemy

O' Son of man? Do these dry bones rise?
And indeed they shall when I pour my spirit unto them
And shall put flesh and sinews over them
And they shall stand again after death
And they shall know that my Name is the LORD

But in this time, the people shall live in a deep darkness
One in which they hath made for themselves
Go ahead frail and worthless son of man
Your deeds so righteous shall lead thee into selfishness and vanity
And your deeds so careless shall lead thee astray as a sheep following the goat
Walking forth, off the sacred mountain of thine inheritance
And in the depths of hell

Son of man, do these dry bones rise?
Do they? Shall they? Will they ever? In life or in death?
Lo, Son of Man, frail and begotten spawn of the earth
Everything is meaningless, all is vanity, you're but a time and a season before this world expires