human
O Bridegroom bold, beware my brand! The Knight of Pilate cries,
gpt
For 'tis written in blood by Eblis' hand, No mortal might may mine withstand Till the dead in arms arise.
human
The dead are up, and in arms arrayed, They have come at the call of fate: Two days, two nights, as thou know'st, I've laid On oaken bier