Winterfylleth - A Thousand Winters lyrics

This at least behoves every man, That he his soul's course should heed, How awful it will be When d**h arrives, The kinship sunders, Those that were together, Body and soul. Departed from men, the spirit, In punishment or glory, d**h not discern While him here in the world, An earth vessel remains. The anxious ghost shall come, Always after seven nights, A soul, to find the body, That, from which it had been taken, Then shall call so sad, With a cold voice, The spirit to that dust, Words of a soul departed, After it, from its body were led. "Why hast thou tortured me? Foulness of earth!" "Why dost thou torture me? I art not the food of worms!" "I within thee dwelt and I might not go From, where with flesh, I had invested with me Thy sinful lusts oppressed, So that to me full oft it seemed, That it were a thousand winters To thy d**h-day."