And May We Find When

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

Men In A Ship Are Always Looking Up, And Men Ashore Are Usually Looking Down.

All Ye That Pass By! While We Least Think It He Prepares His Mate. Mate, And The King's Pawn Played, It Never Ceases, Though All The Earth Is Dust Of Taken Pieces.

When Life Knocks At The Door No One Can Wait, When Death Makes His Arrest We Have To Go.