What seeks the end of all that breathe?

The birds in the sky, the fish in the sea.

Brings sorrow to both man and beast

Upon their lives, it comes to feast

It has many faces and many names

Yet with every meeting the ending's the same

It comes in the silence, it comes with a roar

It comes for the ones who's hearts would soar

It comes for the sick in the dark of night

It comes for the heathy in board daylight

It give rest to the fallen, brings low the great

To greet at life's end is our mortal fate

It's touch brings sorrow, it's cloak creates fear

It fills the surviving hearts with tears

It waits for us all, it waits for us still

It waits for the ones who've gone over the hill

What is this force of which I sing?

That brings an end to all living?