Oh death ! your are mother,
Of all philosophies, it is your,
Color that makes life precious,
It is your secret, that makes,
All gods so holly and devotees,
Full of devotion, it is magic your,
The life is always fresh and pure,
You makes earth free of demons,
It is you who makes way for angels,
It is you who creates storm of fear,
It is you who makes old dearer,