Death, be not proud, though the whole world fear you: Mighty and dreadful you may seem, but death, be not proud For your pride has failed you You will not kill me
Though you may dwell in plague and poison, you’re A slave to fate and desperate men So death, if your sleep be the gates to heaven Why your confidence?
You will be no more, you will be no more, you will be no more Even death will die Even death will die
