I am Death, Santa Muerte, Grim Reaper, Smrt
I'm cleaning the dirt
The fourth of the horsemen
A name doesn't matter
The bringer of doomsday
No one kills better
I am the one who makes everyone equal
Rich or poor - Knock, knock on your door
I am the one who makes everything end
Clever or fool - I'll take your soul
I am Death, Santa Muerte, Grim Reaper, Smrt
I'm cleaning the dirt
Many faces are my own
No smiling, no crying
A heart of stone
Feel my fingertips touching your neck
Flesh crawl, paralysis, human wreck
Your life seems to me like leaves in the wind
Just sprouted - Death is predestined
You are trapped, now gimme your hand
I'd never release you, i will show you my land
Squillion of souls, decorating my realm
Take a look, it will overwhelm
Embracing the darkness, devouring the light
I am the bringer of eternal night
I am Death, Santa Muerte, Grim Reaper, Smrt
I'm cleaning the dirt
Many faces are my own
No smiling, no crying
A heart of stone
Tick tock, tick tock, goes the clock
May can you hear it
You don't have to fear it
Tick, tock, tick, tock, goes the clock
The hourglass is empty
Your heart will stop
Click clack, click clack, I come in peace
Click clack, click clack, to cure disease
Click clack, click clack, there is no issue
Click clack, click clack, I'm coming to get you
Eyes wide open, you can't see the light
Hearts are broken come into my night
Shadows on the wall and steps six feet above
Welcome in my hall, death is just good enough
Tick, tock, tick, tock