Текст песни
Death, be not proud, though many say you’re strong,
Mighty and dreadful, but you don’t belong.
You think you conquer, but you cannot see,
The soul is eternal, and it lives in me.
Sleep is your picture, gentle and kind,
Rest comes freely to body and mind.
One short sleep, then we wake eternally,
Death, thou shalt die, you can’t defeat me.
Slave to fate, to kings, to chance and sin,
You have no power over what lies within.
Death, thou shalt die, Death, thou shalt die,
Eternal life will never say goodbye.
With poison, war, and sickness you dwell,
Yet poppy and charms do the same job well.
You’re nothing but a shadow, a fleeting fear,
The soul laughs at you, for eternity is near.
The best of men go with you in your guise,
Yet they rest in peace where the spirit flies.
One short sleep, then we wake eternally,
Death, thou shalt die, you can’t defeat me.
Slave to fate, to kings, to chance and sin,
You have no power over what lies within.
Death, thou shalt die, Death, thou shalt die,
Eternal life will never say goodbye.
Confront the fear, embrace the soul,
Nothing on Earth can take its hold.
Death, be humbled, kneel and see,
The spirit lives, and it lives free.
