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The grim death with his arrow
Aims for life,
He shoots his bow with haste
And does not allow himself to be played with;
Life dwindles
Like smoke in the wind,
No flesh can escape him,
No good nor treasure
Finds space with him:
You have to go with him him from behind.
No one on earth can tell us,
When we have to leave,
When will death come and knock,
So we have to open the door to him .
He takes power with force
Young and old alike,
Doesn't shy away from anyone:
The king's staff
It will soon break off
And lead him in the ranks.
Perhaps today is the last day
That you still have to live;
O man, do not despise what I say
You should strive for virtue!
Like many a man
We'll have to do it
So we'll hope for many more years to come
And yet we have to cry
Because the sun is still shining
Hello ll drive down.
He who made this song
Sung again,
He often contemplated death
And ultimately grappled with it.
Lies now in the hollow
It feels good for him
Hidden deep in the earth.
Look after your things
You have to do it later
Be it today or tomorrow!