Reaper Called Death lyrics

There is a reaper He is called Death He sharpens his knife So take your last breath Cutting much better Soon he will cut Each one around you Down will be shut What today is still green And fresh stands Tomorrow the noble Is blown like the sand The beautiful hyacinth The heavenly key Cut down the flowers You die, you and me Many hundred thousands He cuts them and shows What falls under the sickle The lily and the rose He will extinguish The solid and the fickle Your imperial crown Falls under his sickle Your money and power Oh they won't protect you He cuts down the flowers His wind blew Defiance of Death I do not fear you! Come here and cut, I don't give a screw! I shall be transported Then I will wait In the heavenly garden No fear for my fate