From the dust, a shape takes form
Molded by the hands of the storm
Beneath the skies, where silence reigns
The Earth’s first soul begins its chains
The dirt, the flesh, the hollow frame
Waiting for the spark, the flame
In darkness born, in stillness bound
Until the breath, no life is found
From the ground, the dust shall rise
Breathed to life by the Lord of skies
The breath of God, a soul’s rebirth
Man awakes, dust to Earth
His lungs fill with the sacred air
A spark ignites, the vacant stare
Eyes of dust begin to see
Awake, alive, humanity
The hand of God upon the clay
Breathes the life that never fades away
Formed from the Earth, the bloodline starts
The breath of life within the heart
From the ground, the dust shall rise
Breathed to life by the Lord of skies
The breath of God, a soul’s rebirth
Man awakes, dust to Earth
From nothing, life begins to grow
By His breath, the seeds are sown
The dust reborn, the earth obeys
In His image, the man remains
Now bound to flesh, but touched by flame
The breath that gives him his name
Through the ages, dust returns
But the breath of God forever burns
The lungs collapse, the body fades
But the breath endures, a soul remade
In life, in death, forever one
The breath of life, God’s will begun
From the ground, the dust shall rise
Breathed to life by the Lord of skies
The breath of God, a soul’s rebirth
Man awakes, dust to Earth