A life well lived
still leads us back
straight to old death\'s door
I thought he was a stranger, once
but now I am not so sure
He looks so familiar now
Have I seen his face before
I pounded on the portal then
With nothing left to do
So say your prayers
And pack your bags
For death will come for you
The earth is damp
When we dig the graves
For the King\'s of the castles
And the lowest of knaves