From Hell To De Lord’s Crossing I've known the soul of the river: I've known souls of ancient as the world and older than the Golden scripts of the ancient tomb, warriors of the flow of the beating drums, de’ lord sent the souls of the ancient tribes to sing the revolution upon my ears, human blood in human veins needs no capsule to spread de’ word, Lord is lord alone. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I carried the cross, chains upon my hands, chains upon my feet. As blood that flowed from the caucus of my frame. Where are thou brother who confesses we are one? Where are thou sister, who I have given great tribes? Where is thou prophets who set before my death? Jealousy, and envy that set before me; For I am the son of the sons, for my pain only last for a moment of time, I the test of faith, Who is my black brother? who’s loyal to my cause? I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. The water that runs within man, continues to live through the capsules beyond, the soul that sings, when man de frame, I am not dead, I lead the soldiers to the underground of ancient times. I built my hut near the black rivers, of the hutted villages made out of red clay, as thy father who created me, I the lawyer of my fathers house, the judge of the land which I love, the transcript that is written in blood, Congo and it bring me cross, listen to the drums as they sing, the words that was whispered in my ears, the lord gave my mission, before I felt the first slap of the earth. I looked upon the soul, and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the little white church, little rock that that continued to breed slaves, I stood before the mountain of Calvary, I wrong the bell of freedom, the thunder roared , their shall be slavery no more. When the soldiers of the Nubian tribe went down to Alabama, where the dogs, and trees, song from the lynch man himself, I've seen its muddy waters of blood, the lord raised the souls, that hung from the tree, oh the sun rise, and the spirit rise, the songs that the spirit song as they rise, the flag of God, stood before the sun rise, as the spirits that hanged from the trees , began to sing, I made it cross to the other side, I past the test of de’ dear lord, I gave my life, my brudders on the other side, the roses begin to rise, as the spirits gathered hands, and the water of the soul, begin to sing its own song, and the soul took on another form, Praise to the almighty God, I traded hell for heaven, I have lived again.