Birth is the beginning

Who is wise and who knows
The meaning of the signs of time
The heart of men is full of pride
Madness and cruelty
Is in the center of his soul
He will always choose force over reason

While he's alive and well
He never thinks of death
And when he's dead and gone
He's nothing but a fading shadow

Birth is the beginning of death
Can't you see?
Every passing day and night death
Can't you feel?

No one knows the day of death
Whether he is rich or poor
Neither the strong or nor the weak
Has the power to change his end

As the beasts are hunted
Whether it's day or night
So are the sons of men
When death rides upon them suddenly