Upon a pale beast rides Death And for vengeance he shall come Not with force or with might But with songs of whispered darkness The embrace of his web Is that of a motherless child A small glimmer of hope In a jungle of fear You will smell the stench of maggots on his breath And you will know his frigid gaze But you will feel the warmth of the sun When his hand reaches out to guide you home Tell me brothers and sisters When it comes your time to stare into the eyes of Death Will you find peace? I surely hope so For his face will be your own