DEATH SINGS A SAD SONG

 

Death sings a sad song.

Be it right,

Be it wrong.
 

Stealin' like a thief,

In the night.

Like the gentle breeze,

That gathers the fallen leaves.
 

Death sings a sad song.

Death rings a hollow bell.

Low,

And deep.
 

Like a gong.

Echoing slowly,

It seems to creep,

Up on you.

Nothing more you can do.
 

Death sings a sad song.

Death rides a pale horse.

On a random course.

Sometimes trotting along.

Sometimes galloping headlong,

Into humanity.
 

Insanity.
 

Death sings a sad song.