Signaling a million sleeping, captive souls,
That winter’s tyranny, at last,
No longer holds their destiny.
With life renewing, life affirming, warmth
Declares to those who entered sleep
With hope of such a rising,
“Death has lost its sting!
The Grave has lost its victory!
The sun and source of life has seized
The frigid keys of Death and Hell,
And set the pris’ners free.”