The Benevolence Of Death

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