Oh, Death, you make a frightful tale,
When your feet grace the floor.
You pick your victims with such care,
Outside my bloodstained door.
You take the hearts that beat with joy,
Of those that you abhor.
There are men who lie still and stiff,
Outside my bloodstained door.
The blood that coats these pure white walls
Was never there before.
Neither were the corpses that hang
Outside my bloodstained door.
We all hate Death and Death alone;
He's rotten to the core.
We cower in fear of the one,
Outside my bloodstained door.
For the hungry there is no food,
For children, no mentor.
Death broke us up from inside out,
Outside my bloodstained door.
No longer is security,
A place to stay no more.
Because Death stands in wait right there,
Outside my bloodstained door.
In my room hangs a list of friends,
Lost in this bloody war.
They all died at the hands of one,
Outside my bloodstained door.
Death lurks around each of these turns,
So none can go explore.
Death waits for people to fall prey,
Outside my bloodstained door.
Despite the dangers we still leave,
They wish they could ignore,
The Death that lives in this building,
Outside my bloodstained door.
Now I am the only one left,
Out of three-hundred-four.
Death sleeps in wait for me right there,
Outside my bloodstained door.
I hope that Death does not escape,
And kill forevermore.
So I shall keep him waiting there,
Outside my bloodstained door.
