Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of
Death and destruction in the field of battle,
Where blood and carnage,
Where blood and carnage
Clothe the ground in crimson,
Sounding with death groans?

Death will invade us by the means appointed,
And we must all bow to the king of terrors!
Nor am I anxious,
Nor am I anxious,
If I am prepared,
What shape he comes in.

Then to the wisdom of my Lord and Master
I will commit all that I have or wish for;
Sweetly as babes sleep,
Sweetly as babes sleep
Will I give my life up
When called to yield it.

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