Of Immortality - Who Dies in Siberian Slush

I put no faith in signs nor omens

In superstitions I don’t trust

I’m not afraid of perjury nor poison

And I don’t run away.

There is no blight

Perpetual is everything and everyone

For all we care, there’s only life and light

For death and darkness are forfeit and gone

No sense to be afraid of dying

If either seventy or seventeen years old

On this sea’s shore we’re all together

And I’m the one who hauls the net

When waves calm down and smoothly set

And banks of immortality aplenty gather