Death, you thief.
You would pinch vitalities strength?
You would nick wills billows?
You would lift cognitions faculty?
You would rob memories clarity?
You would filch momentums progress?
Death, you thieving, callous brute!
You would steal my brother from me?
His life is not yours to take, look nigh, the light of his soul still shines.
Your minions: pneumonia, stroke and weakness, shall not linger long in him.
While life in him remains, the knight of my families love fights for him.
You cannot loot hopes flame.
You cannot purloin loves healing balm.
Thieving Death, you shall not prevail!