When the burning rises High to heaven Scorched shall be the many By dreadful fire When then to all Both just and sinful Soul with body Seek the creator's doom There the 'blessed' shall be Inside their space of exile By their works encircled Through their own deeds As the fire burns So, the sun kindles And itself with it After the flame Shall then be proved The souls of men Their vices burn Through fire's bare heat A death bed choose This weary human course Depart abject thence Into the grip of dust Damned for former deeds Buried with clay Death's embrace Encircling they As though the phoenix A life anew Of light and of comforts Our souls are redeemed A life anew Our souls redeemed