Primordial

All of the God's children they all have to die
Pauper to King sworn enemies to kin
From men without sin to those with the beast
within
The grave is absolute, the grave is all
O, Death where are your teeth
That gnaw on the bones of fabled men
O, Death where are your claws
That haul me from the grave
Do you have justice to trump the divine
To steal the sanctity from their sermon
Reduce to ash, writing of piety
And conquer the lord's word
I think you do