Do not fear, children, for death is sweet,
Because your ancestors fought for your freedom
And yet it melts with your passing,
Do not fear.
Death is sweet.

People whimpering their last breaths,
Reaching out to their loved ones.
Their last words being written in their book of life.
The shadowy presence fills each room,
And death enters our hearts,
A tomb where his army waits.

Do not fear, friends, for death is sweet.
Your memories are wiped away,
Your existence will be erased from the world,
And from our minds.
Do not fear.
Death is sweet.

He sits and watches on his throne,
Waiting for your time to come.
He will wait, for he is patient,
He will know when it is time, you do not decide,
And he will come in the darkest of night,
And swallow you whole,
And you will enter into His blood
A tomb where his army waits.

Father whose eyes only knew the ground
When your son’s heart ripped through him,
Do not fear.
Death is sweet!