Dust Claims Dust

Death is here, and death is there
Death is busy everywhere
All around is in pity
Above is death, and we are death
First our pleasures die
And then our hopes
And then our fears
And when these are dead
The debt is due
Dust claims dust, and we die too
First our pleasures die
And then our hopes
And then our fears
When these are dead
The debt is due
Dust claims dust, and we die too
All things that we love and cherish
Like ourselves, must fade and perish
Such is our rude mortal lot
Love itself would, did they not