The gates of glory come ever nearer
Drawing closer the day that death will die.
Fear not of life’s dark companion
With its power ever waning.
What harsh dominion, almost over
Strikes fear in the hearts of man.
Yet its might is an empty tomb
Its confidence, a crumbling headstone.
Death, its conqueror reigns,
Where can it flee?
No, death cannot kill me,
No cage of dread can bind me to its fate.
Those clutches have lost their grip
I’ve forever been set free
No longer enslaved to plague and torment
And bound to endless suffering.
No, death, it cannot kill me,
For it has been overcome.
Hastening ever closer is that day
When even death will die.