This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag
gallops through space
no spurs, no whips
and yet his steed pants towards
apocalyps
nostrils a-snort in epileptic fit
headlong they rush, athwart the infinite
with rash and trampling hoof
the
cavalier, his flashing sword aflame
glashes - now here, now there
amongst the nameless slaughtered horde
then goes inspecting
like some manor-lord
the charnel ground, chill and unbound where
under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare
histories great
sepulchered masses lie
from the ages near
and the ages long gone by
death can on both black and white horses ride
across
the threshold of infinity he you guide
death can step along smiling within the dance
and as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no
chance
death can also beat a drum
he drums hard and he drums soft
the time has come for you to leave the mortal croft
all your
dreams he beats into dust
die, die, die you must
i svngen ltta i dansens ringar
i stigen yra i njets lag
och myrten
blommar och lyran klingar
men ver trskeln stiger jag
d stannar dansen
d snkas ljuden
d vissnar kransen
da bleknar
bruden...