The Death has always terrified man The constant fear of the fragile last breath The end of human consciousness Becoming dust in the infinite universe Have you pride of the life you lived? Have you been true with your wishes? You know the passage may be short But memories can keep you alive or dead Do you know the paradise they told you? You are digging your grave In this fairy tale which they sold You're going straight to hell The Death may have different faces It can be the end of all suffering The end of natural process Or hell for who believe in this human madness