OH! dreadful death,
your glory lies
in the fear of those
who loose their dear.
They beg their life
but you shrug them with pride.
And more they cry,
more you laugh.
But don't be so
proud my friend.
Cause where'll you be
when the world will end.
As the world will end
your glory will end.
Cause there'll be no one
to fear you then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a masterpiece!