Oh, your face was like a morning star, when you fell from heaven it was beautiful.

Oh, your eyes of thunder and clouds can't my raging ocean inside.

Oh, your ivory hands, were scarred from trails of death, did not shake when you hold your weapon.

Oh, your voice of the whispering wind. I can't hear you anymore.

Oh, why did you come for so many? Why did you take so many?

Oh, why have you come riding on your pale green horse from the depths of Hades?

Why have you stolen away so many people from our lives? 

Ask your brother Famine to go away, for he is not welcomed in this home, . . . please?

I know it is your job, your doing but

What is your undoing?

Where did you go my friend? For I wish to see you again.

Azrael, angel of death, you who has the book of names and dates,

Let me live to see another day.