With scythe visiting every miserable is the angel of death Noting every story told in past It doesn’t distinguish the poor to the rich Is a promise, a fate, a conclusion? My good old friend, who had passed, have you saw its face? Can I now go with you to the vales of eternity? The benevolence of death My beautiful friend, I will never forget With dark wings blocking the Sun’s glare Carrying the men to eternal rest No being shall live forever, the law of life in possession of death Is a promise, a fate, a conclusion? The benevolence of death I will never forget