1. You hoard wealth without spending some
For yourself as provision - that is ruin

2. And bequeath it ignorantly after death
Leaving it while alive though destitute

3. Your share of what you always hoard
Is just two shrouds made somewhere in Egypt

4. As if you're shrouded, called to decay
With your coffin carried by men yelling

5. You saw a horror like none other
And the power of a Lord over all surrounding

6. And you reached a home, the home - not that
In which you lived, while vigorous and active

7. A place where people gather and equals
Hunters, nobles, commons, and weak mingle