Child, you are a pilgrim born in sin you wander in this treacherous world, look ahead! Death is hiding around a dark corner with a gust to cast down the kin of Adam as he has done before… Child…your days are numbered, your travels planned, whichever way you go, north or east, Death shall happen to you with bitter misery in your breast. Unlike the lullabies we think of today, medieval lyrics were not always meant to soothe the singer or recipient. This excerpt from the fourteenth-century lullaby has a dark tone and underscores the idea that death lurks around every corner, ready to strike even the youngest members of…
The Collective for Radical Death Studies