 And death shall have no dominion, dead man naked they shall be one. With the man in the wind and the west moon, when their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, they shall have stars at elbow and foot. Though they go mad, they shall be same. Though they sink through the sea, they shall rise again. Though lovers be lost, love shall not, and death shall have no dominion, and death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea, they lying long shall not die windily, twisting on racks when sinews give way, strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break. Faith in their hands shall snap in two, and the unicorn evils run them through. Split all ends up, they shant crack, and death shall have no dominion, and death shall have no dominion. No more may goals cry at their ears, or waves break loud on the seashores, where blue a flower may a flower no more lift its head to the blows of the rain. Though they be mad and dead as nails, heads of the characters hammer through daisies, break in the sun till the sun breaks down, and death shall have no dominion. So what's exciting for me is today we're calling on Jesus and the Holy Spirit to take us through the temptations of the ego beyond the darkness and all the shadows of this world, and we are joining to pierce the veil together and open our hearts to experience pure love.