Streams will cease to flow All wind will cease to blow The clouds will cease to fleet All heart will cease to beat Laid so low, so very slow Dead all things will be Dead all things will be Oh, vanity! Death is waiting See! Our friends are all forsaking We are called, so we must go Laid low, so low All the things will be dead Dead all things will be Death is calling while we speak Heads are falling, skins are paling Even strongest limbs are failing Nine times goes the passing bell In the dark we must lie For all things must die All things must die Dead all things will be