Death Be Not Proud

C G Death, be not proud, though the whole world fear you: Am F Mighty and dreadful you may seem, C G But death, be not proud, for your pride has failed you F G You will not k*ll me. C G Though you may dwell in plague and poison, Am F You're a slave to fate and desperate men, C G So death, if your sleep be the gates to Heaven, F G Why your confidence? F G When you will be no more, F G You will be no more, F G When you will be no more. F G Even death will die. F G Even death will die. - C G Death, be not proud. Am F Death, be not proud. C G Death, be not proud, Cause even death will die.