Have you ever wondered Lying in bed late at night What your death would be like? Would it come in soft whispers Gently lulling you to sleep Or will it be a violent affair Tearing away the soul from your mangled remains Would you ride out amid cries of glory To meet the old enemy in glorious battle Or will you surrender meekly, waiting For the worms to ravage the spoils of victory While you slip away beneath the folds And into oblivion.