HOW DO YOU DO, GENTLEMAN DEATH?
How do you do, Gentleman Death?
How many lives have you taken today?
Did many manage to draw their final breath
Before you sent them off on their way?
Why don't you come over to my place
And raise your hood just a bit
That way I can gaze upon your face?
I just hope I won't throw a fit.
Gentleman Death, you leave your host
Or hostess a corpse; that's a lot to boast
About, verily; we never meet a second time
For the first time we meet is the last time.
So how do you do, Gentleman Death?
You will never draw your last breath
Because you, my gentleman, can't die;
You never tire of life – this is no lie.
Gentleman Death, life is a little fly:
Truly, you are the Lord of the Flies.
So, my charmer, how do you do?