Life has taught me a mystery about how to
boldly keep living.
The enemy shall be wholly destroyed
Then swallowed up in flawless victory.

O Death, where is your lethal sting?
O Death, there will be a correspondence
to all your undertakings,
More than the creeping feeling itching and tickling me.
O Death, where will you go when it's your turn to die?
When that time comes,
which it surely shall, Will it bleed you dry?
All those people you stroke
shall one day arise from their sleep....