Oh you, who laughs at me,
You'll not be laughing with glee
When time has slowly crept upon you,
and you seek to hide in morning dew.
I tell you I will find you
Amongst concealing blades.
I tell you I will find you
Within the deadly glades.
Death will be swift and painless
For my poisoned thorns are quite famous
I fail to see why you hide...
You who above all else, time cannot abide.
You who believes in your security
That nothing, no one, can defeat your surity
Time, my friend, will find you one day
And on that day, I promise - you'll pray