On a day not determined by men;
Uncertain as the wind;
A man shall join his ancestors;

He returns to the ground;
From whence some say he came;
Never to see the light of day;
His loved ones wail in disarray;

This way they remain;
But to some they are not truly lost;
For the dead,a new path begins;

One of two ways;
No man affirms this;
For he must have entered this hunter's trap and escaped;

The dead and they that have seen death alone shall grant this assurance;
Only they know of its truth;

And there is not a man that knoweth the path which he take;
This also is uncertain;
But for some alone;

The way of the dead is as the wind;
Never to be ensnared by the troubles of life;
This is the way of the dead.
-Ryan Quill