He Who Is Born of Woman

He who is born of woman,
shall tread the path of death.
Before you know it,
you lie within the grave.
With mouth filled with soil and stone,
thus your course is ended.
One moment hale and hearty,
the next, pale and lifeless.
From the mother’s womb you came,
bloody and screaming,
you mortal, you leave the world the same.
Short shall be your hour of life,
now all is past and over.
Decay shall be your wages,
a feast you are for the worm.
What you did in your time of living,
is now forgotten and gone.
No mercy, no comfort,
all is darkness, all is black,
now you are gone forever!