One had been sent, dutifully, he was chosen to act
For it is not that duties are comfort, but to reply
Now a shroud was to be opened, a mournful task
The wrapped body inside hidden, from every eye
The Angel of Death was to remove each mask
The body hidden from the living, no longer alive
With his hand the Angel of Death let spirits react
As he rode away from that painful sacred place
He allowed the world to know flesh is empty
For the spirit within the clay is what held grace
