Devoid of pain, devoid of thought,
The soul is out, the body cold,
Devoid of any sound, not even a beating heart,
Is what everyone will experience no matter how old.

Death comes and goes when no one knows,
Nobody expects it, nobody knows when,
The infant, youth and old, everyone goes,
Who's next to enter the evil den?.

Does death come when it's not time?,
The infants are taken, they haven't even lived,
The youths are taken, they haven't even made a dime,
Now the old is left to mourn the young.

Taking no money, taking no clothes,
The body lays rotting away,
This all seem like a twisted plot,
But death is no playwright of a play.