Death, Be Not Proud

Death, be not proud, though the whole world fear you:
Mighty and dreadful you may seem, but death, be not proud
For your pride has failed you
You will not kill me

Though you may dwell in plague and poison, you’re
A slave to fate and desperate men
So death, if your sleep be the gates to heaven
Why your confidence?

You will be no more, you will be no more, you will be no more
Even death will die
Even death will die