Barring the teeth of regard, I drawl, we draw
A match unfit for ones as us, for who doth carry the torch as we
We are but, weeds in this melody caressed by the touch of despair
Heed not my words but my conquest of which I pursue with eyes of steel
For am I not a man who has assembled the hell's of men like you
Thou eyes can see a many praying loves, have not their virtue
Forth upon me my good man loss I have preached and care I have foreseen
Be who I am or who I am not seize the day for its precious jewels
Tomorrow is a day of pride for those of your kind, a kind I believed extinct
For you my comrade I will forgo the paths of destruction
I am death and you dear suffering mortal have taken my warning for folly
So, I as just as I am must smite your retched breath from my cloak
As I have done to others, for who can challenge death to a match of gambles and win
No other, for death is the elder of man, the wiser, the creator of your forefathers
Death, I am your becoming, I am your deceit and reeking sins
I have seen the eyes of gods for who you have no tales, I am more than sin
I am more than graves, and corpses, I am something ancient, for which men tremble at the sight of
I am the end, you are a mere obstacle for me, foolish mortal
To thou I beseech do not take the path of righteous breath
For I reside at the end, take upon, take upon, and see me now fool, see me now
