Death is the Final Kingdom,

The last and silent Shore.

No Wanderer escapes it;

No Soul can ask for more.

The Emperor and Beggar,

The Saint and Thief alike,

Must walk the self-same Pathway,

When ends the Daylight's Strike.

It watches every Lifetime

Unfold and then be gone.

Like morning mist on meadows,

That vanishes at Dawn.

And when the World falls distant,

Like footsteps in the Rain,

We find the Final Kingdom,

The last and silent Shore.