Easter Sunday we were walking

Easter Sunday we were talking

Isabelle, 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

Frederic 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

I am the seed of mystery

The thorn the veil the face of grace

The brazen image the thief of sleep

The ambassador of dreams

The 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 bleeds that sheds the tears of Christ

Dying and drying as I rise tonight

Isabella, we are rising

Isabella, we are rising