When I dance over dying Life And Black Pearls Flow from my Empty eyes sockets, is it the Termination? My name is DEATH . . . When I play on the Flute made from Your skin-bone, and my jaws are roaring With laughter in neverending smile Is it the Termination? My name is DEATH . . . I'm Immortal by my death And my realm is borderless I'm like you all Without hearts, without reason But I'm happy, 'cause my name is DEATH! Is DEATH!