Death is sorrow,
Sorrow is pain.
Now its back in my life again.
I've spoken of life and love galore,
Now Death is back to knocking at my door.
She doesn't want me,
But my mates to go.
I would give blood,
I would give flesh.
To keep my mates at my side.
She asks for life,
Not pain,
Nor greed,
Nor sorrow,
Of which she is the seed.
Until we meet again my sweet, sweet enemy,
Stop taking mine from me!
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