Easter Sunday, we were walking 
 Easter Sunday, we were talking 
 Isabel, 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   
 Frederick 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 
 The endless 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 leads that sheds the tears of Christ 
 Dying and drying as I rise tonight   
 Isabella, we are rising 
 Isabella, we are rising