Ah, death who rides the horse,
Who countest the steps of man.
Who squanders life with utmost force,
Who wraths as though art immortal.
Who befallen the leaf of Eden,
With Eva's guilty empty corpse.
Who drank ago life's sweet gall,
Who wilted the first golden rose...

Ah, dark tomb that countest the steps of the horse...
You will not see
Eternity.