For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still
(Distorted and pale)
And there lay the rider, distorted and pale
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown
For the Angel of Death
(Distorted and pale)
For the Angel of Death
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still
And there lay the rider, distorted and pale
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown