Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Death knocks once, dying, countless times.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Death's boatman takes no bribe

I have heard of at least one death and many injuries, but we need to check more (in poor neighborhoods) where houses have been damaged.