Death comes for you in the night.
He comes to make you fright.
He doesn't need to fight.
When he can make flight.

He will come silent and swift.
He will leave you no gift.
When there is no shift.
He does not make anything sift.

You will lose your head.
You will know when your dead.
Your breath has fled.
and soon you will be dead.

You cannot make a hike.
You cannot flee on your bike.
For when he makes his strike.

You will die that NIGHT.