Evening Shade

From "The Chronicles of Death"

Evening Shade

There is a time in evening's shade
when we see his smiling face.
Death sings to us his serenade
in this cold, peaceful place.

We walk a path that's dark and still
on barren hill and windy plain.
We bear his wrath and wait his will,
Death is coming down the lane.

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