Death, are you?
All dark, yes me
What will it be?
Gloomy and lonesome
What off my people?
They live,shall die
What of my children?
Follow you,indeed,in time
My earning,my riches?
Grave so small,riches shall stay
So what to take?
A trip so long
A trip all grim
Hands all empty
Bare, all alone
Take your deeds
Only they can go
Only deeds can stay
In a grave so small
