I have heard "O'Death, where is thy sting",
And I've heard the minstrels sing;
But Death, he still frightens me,
And I wonder how I can evade destiny.
Some say the end is nothing to fear,
The yin and the yang, your reflection in the mirror;
The end of the cycle, is the beginning for another,
Goodnight, rest your head, and say hello to the Father.
Everyone must pass, everything must end,
Jesus tells us he has flocks to attend;
I don't want to be another sheep,
Listen, can you hear Death creep?
