I awoke cold and dead
With my armor still on
And yet no clue of
Why and where I am

I was a strong man
With a sword and shield
Both by my side for
I am a soul of a proud knight

I would give my life
For the powerful king
I was powerful and
Yet so wealthy and rich

This is so shameful
How did I die
So high up above
And yet so kind

I need to know
How I truly died
I must go to Death
For he will explain

I must find him
I will travel to
The dark dreadful depths
And give my humanity

I am finally here
The dark dreadful depths
I am truly frightened
Of this terrible place

My guard is high
My sword and shield
Both I wield tightly
In my cold hands

But then I saw
A small orange flame
I walk closer to
The bright small flame

I got closer to
The small tiny flame
And under it a
Skeletons white dull hand

It was Death himself
No illusion or lie
He stood tall with
His scythe in his hand

I gave him my
Humanity and asked kindly
How I died he
Told me you were
Killed by a peasant