Death will take it stoll in ev´ry corner….
So when she fear her own will, she notice…
… at last, that she was born into order.
And falling off the branch has no newness…
So playing with her fear, and you play rude…
…following her downright into her gag!
You must know that Death makes ev´ryone nude !
And death at your party she meets her stag…
Fin´lly there comes a time for all of us.
Now you let her pray for the Human touch.
…Standing in the line, waiting for the bus.
Now you yourself has to pray – more than much !!!
So coming to the darkness of dark night.
So Death knows the heritage of a knight.
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