I am the death of mennAnd I wear a crownnAnd I am lifenThe teacher and patronnnAnd of course I'm bitternAnd of course I am very hardnAnd there is nothing to stop my tearsnnYou mistress of the worldnBe welcome in our homesnPose ta false in the palm of our musicnnTake place in our dancesnAnd if you still dancesnAny death is dead at dawnnnI am the death of mennAnd I wear crownnAnd I am lifenThe mistress and patronnnAnd before passing the counterfeitnI will Brandize your figuresnAnd nothing will stop my tears.