Who Can Control His Fate?

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.