Somewhere in the darkness there was,
A man so dead, a rotting corpse.
And with it were the maggots clean,
Feasting on the blood meat lean.
As time passed by the bones came out,
And all the whispers became a shout,
And Death came by with an evil grin,
To wipe the dead ones of their sin.
But the corpse so dead was missing now,
And no one knew of when and how,
So Death for search of it does go,
In the highest mountains and lowest low,
Till it found what it was to see,
The dying corpse of Death it be!