KING DEATH.
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King Death is a tyrant, grim and old,
All must yield to his murderous sway;
Yet his dark deeds never can all be told,
Till the last man has passed away.
All must yield to his murderous sway;
Yet his dark deeds never can all be told,
Till the last man has passed away.
But when Earth shall have met her final doom,
And old Time's dirge hath been sung;
King Death, the archer, shall sink to the tomb,
And his bow never more will be strung.
And old Time's dirge hath been sung;
King Death, the archer, shall sink to the tomb,
And his bow never more will be strung.
