The devil comes,
The devil stays,
Momento mori,
We all pray.
He enters in,
The dead of night,
And leaves again,
Staying out of sight.
Our lovers rise,
Like the tide,
But he skins them,
Like old hide.
Our lovers will fall,
And he will rule,
Because in the end,
Death comes for us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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