In death we find a calm, sweet pillow

A place to rest our weary head

Gone are the years of endless worry

Gone are the times of hopeless dread


This white palace knows no fear

The monsters are quiet through the night

This peace is so enticing

We can finally end our fight


Surrender to death and hold his hand

As he guides you through this enchanting land

Forget your stress and put down your fists

There was never a need for resist 

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