As Death is called to begin to ride his pale horse
He will also raise the fearsome black banner
Warning forces of good they are powerless
He'll take our form, without remorse
Remaining calm, showing no anger
He is destroying all the fragile flesh
And he does not choose this path
He cannot take the human soul
He doesn't offer any salvation
Nor help escape the wrath
He bring the last message
Of life's final notice
That the next stage
Of this existence
Has arrived
His kiss is cold
But we have no choice
He's not our friend, he has no control
But he serves existence, and acts with duty
He is not our lover, but we will give him a kiss
Before judgment and ascent or we are cast into the abyss