Oh Death

Death here becomes not the final point, but a pitiful opponent who believed in his victory too soon. Every line is a challenge: you are not a king, but a stone that can be rolled aside.

The music sounds like a march of liberation: the heart, which trembled with fear, now beats louder and more confidently, ready to dance right on the grave of fear. The irony is that death itself ultimately turns out to be ‘dead’ - devalued, deprived of power.

The result is a hymn to fortitude and faith, where darkness is replaced by bold light, and farewells are replaced by a confident ‘you have lost.’