Death, What Hold Hav'st Thou? Lyrics

Death, what hold hav’st thou on us?
Where is this denomination thou art said to obtain?
Since your inception thin hath been a bitter train
Followed by pestilence, disease, a way of maggots
Left to fester in dark and viral corners
Thus spake Donne of thy meager power!
What be thy intent, fiend?
Be it to bereave us of our mirth?
Simple fool! How great a failure thou art!
How deep thou has drown in thy agony
Whilst thou seek’st to hang
Thy albatross upon the necks of many!
But oh, how miniscule a seabird’s weight be
When compared to the curse in a dead man’s eye
How often thou must have been cursed
Enough to make Omnipotence pity thee
(Pity thee, aye, but forgiveness, nay)
How grim a wretch thou must be
That even the God of mercy would not pardon thy trangression!
Surely in thy cold lowliness
Thou art dominated and obtain no dominion at all
Thou art long and they hand stretches far
Buy a soul of steel can render thy toils worthless
How thou must writhe when the throes of failure
Amass upon thy shoulders
Shattering every empty prayer for surcease and redemption
How plain a theme of scoff thou art
Get thee hence!