Death Be Not Proud

	  		

   C                                           G 
Death, be not proud, though the whole world fear you: 
  Am                          F 
Mighty and dreadful you may seem, 
      C                                        G                        
But death, be not proud, for your pride has failed you 
 F                G 
You will not kill me. 
   C                                 G 
Though you may dwell in plague and poison, 
           Am                         F 
You're a slave to fate and desperate men, 
     C                                    G 
So death, if your sleep be the gates to Heaven, 
 F              G 
Why your confidence? 
                     F    G 
When you will be no more, 
                 F    G 
You will be no more, 
                     F   G 
When you will be no more. 
                 F     G 
Even death will die. 
                 F     G 
Even death will die. 


  C             G 
Death, be not proud. 
  Am            F 
Death, be not proud. 
  C             G  
Death, be not proud, 

Cause even death will die.