How Death Comes
Mediæval Bæbes Lyrics


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Wanne mine ehnen misten
And mine heren sisses
And mine nosen coldet
And mine tunge foldet
And mine rude slaket
And mine lippes blaken
And my muth grenet
And my spotel rennet
And my her risset
And my herte grisset
And mine hinden bivien
And mine fet stivien

Al to late, al to late

Wanne mine ehnen misten
And mine heren sisses
And mine nosen coldet
And mine tunge foldet
And mine rude slaket
And mine lippes blaken
And my muth grenet
And my spotel rennet
And my her risset
And my herte grisset
And mine hinden bivien
And mine fet stivien

Al to late, al to late
Wanne the bere is ate a gate

Thane I schel flutte
From bedde to flora
From flora to here
From here to bere
From bere to putte
And te putte fordet

Al to late, al to late





Thane lyd minehus uppe mine nose
Of al this world ne give I it a pese

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mediæval Bæbes’ song How Death Comes are a reflection on the inevitable end that awaits everyone. The song describes the physical changes that occur in a person’s body before they die, such as their eyes becoming misty, ears growing cold, lips turning black, heart growing cold, and so on. The lyrics suggest that no one can escape death, no matter how hard they try or how late they realize it. The message of the song is that we should accept our mortality and prepare for the end, because it will come, whether we want it to or not.


In the song, the singer describes how their body will decay after death, moving through various stages from bed to floor to coffin and eventually to the grave. The lyrics suggest that death is a lonely and final journey, and the singer must face it alone. The tone of the song is somber and reflective, as the singer contemplates their own mortality and the fragility of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Wanne mine ehnen misten
When my eyes become dim


And mine heren sisses
And my hearing weakens


And mine nosen coldet
And my nose grows cold


And mine tunge foldet
And my tongue falters


And mine rude slaket
And my thirst is unquenched


And mine lippes blaken
And my lips turn pale


And my muth grenet
And my mouth dries up


And my spotel rennet
And my saliva runs out


And my her risset
And my hair grows stiff


And my herte grisset
And my heart weakens


And mine hinden bivien
And my legs grow weak


And mine fet stivien
And my feet become rigid


Al to late, al to late
Too late, too late


Wanne the bere is ate a gate
When the corpse is at the gate


Thane I schel flutte
Then I shall struggle


From bedde to flora
From bed to floor


From flora to here
From floor to hearth


From here to bere
From hearth to corpse


From bere to putte
From corpse to grave


And te putte fordet
And into the grave I go


Thane lyd mine hus uppe mine nose
Then my house will lie upon my nose


Of al this world ne give I it a pese
Of all this world, I won't give it a piece




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