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Dance with Death, 'til the Ragnarok
The man who dances will blades and death
He'll go down swinging til his dying breath
The man who spins tales with his words
He'll never fall in his own world
The man that sings and spreads much joy
He'll never die a man, just as a boy
Til the Ragnarok comes, they will all be immortal
In each way, they'll be remembered, unable to fall
Though none will ever know of their fame
People will remember them for their deeds, not their name
Til the Ragnarok comes, they will live as they
please
Bringing all to tears or their knees
One dances with blades, while the others the pen
or harp
But in the end, they all have a turn; dancing with death
© Alexander Hall