Death,
Dancing a dance of victory.
Strikes our king last night while sleeping.
Death like fire is hurting.

Death,
Dancing the dance of victory.
Strikes the orphaned boy this morning before breakfast.
Death send tears,
It roar in our ears.
Death calls sadness,
It colors the sky with fears.
Upon his shoulders,
Rest the duty to take our souls.
Death leads to our deaths.
Who will lead to yours?

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