Death
Death,
it is I who calls your name,
I call it openly with no fear,
and I would bear no shame,
should these words reach your ear,
Coward, I say I tire,
of you praying on the weak,
here is the life you desire,
here is the soul that you seek,
I am here.
Death,
if we are destined to meet,
then come, I await your call,
so this shall be the face that you greet,
and in glory may I fall,
not an old man in his bed,
in some far away December,
for long after I am dead,
this is the man history shall remember,
I am here.
Death,
for once be kind,
and into the darkness take me,
before age steals my mind,
before time or disease may break me,
In the fear of my foes,
in the hearts of comrades left behind,
in the whispers spoke throughout the ages,
let that be where my soul resides,
Now come.
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