Upon a pale beast rides Death
And for vengeance he shall come
Not with force or with might
But with songs of whispered darkness
The embrace of his web
Is that of a motherless child
A small glimmer of hope
In a jungle of fear
You will smell the stench of maggots on his breath
And you will know his frigid gaze
But you will feel the warmth of the sun
When his hand reaches out to guide you home
Tell me brothers and sisters
When it comes your time to stare into the eyes of Death
Will you find peace?
I surely hope so
For his face will be your own
