Death (V)


Death be not proud
Though mighty of men under thy feet has fallen
And great of men to your name they shiver
Men of valour has bow to your call
And your might though powerful but weak

To Hades, To Hades
The demons hail
To Hades, To hades
Like song of victory
The evils sings

But has thee forgotten
How unto man he capture
For man was cursed
And death got his name
A curse on man, an essence of nature

For thee is weak but mighty
The end you caused now a blessing to man
And to some an everlasting curse
For a day comes
Your name will cease to be

And to song of victory
Souls of man sings
And unto what you gave man
Now to yourself you have
Death.

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Death a curse on man an essence of nature.