Oh Death, oh Death, oh Death
a man amidst a sea of others, but they are not of importance—
Won't you spare me over another year
he glances back at the man, who falls, screaming—
But what is this that I can see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me
writhing, attracting the attention of others, and then still—
Well I am Death and none can excel,
I'll open up the doors to Heaven or Hell
and a long way away the gaunt man smiles—
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
a ring glints on a hand that clutches a cane—
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul
three rings join the first, spinning in awful unison—
My name is Death and the end is here.