Sad dening the evening air
Omen ravens fly, sorrowful to see
Death shaves us all with his scythe!
Sowing out a trail of fear
Walking on a trail of tears
The power lies within the truth
That is in his soul Look out!
No one kicks against the power
That paid the price for his deeds
Oh don't be so surprised, ha ha ha
Like the brimstone and the shadows
Like the frantic bloody rage
When they feel the bloodbath
Oh in greatest war a proud man fights
He wars on Death for life
Old chum, he laughs at him