Who can outrun Death, the patient old god
Who dare not face him when their end has come
For what is Death but a helping hand towards something new

All we can do is prepare for the next adventure
We are given all the time we need, for it is he, Death, who knows what we need

The world is cruel and demanding, but he is patient and kind
So do not fear, when he comes knocking on your door

For he knows what happens and would not send you onward if he did not deem it worthy of your time