Death to The King

Her kunyg, ewr gewald hot eyn ende
Ich wil euch fueren bey den henden
An desir swarczen brudertancz
Do gebt euch der tod eynen crancz

Mr. King, your power has an end.
I well lead you by your hands
into this black brother dance.(1)
There Death will give you a wreath.

Ich habe alz eyn kunyg geweldigleich
Die werld gereigiret als reyn das reich
Nw byn ich mit todis banden
Vorstrickt yn seynen handen

I have as a king mightily
reigned over the world as ruler of the kingdom.
Now I'm with Death's band
caught in his hands.

(1) I'm not sure whether the black brothers are monks (Black Friars) or dead people. The child calls Death a black man.