Timor Mortis Conturbat Me

I that in heill was and gladnèss
Am trublit now with great sickness
And feblit with infirmitie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me

Our plesance here is all vain glory
This fals world is but transitory
The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:
Timor Mortis conturbat me
Timor Mortis conturbat me

The state of man does change and vary
Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary
Now dansand mirry, now like to die:
Now dansand mirry, now like to die:

He takis the knichtis in to the field
Enarmit under helm and scheild;
Victor he is at all mellie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me
Timor Mortis conturbat me
Timor Mortis conturbat me