I am Death. The one who collects. I make no amends.
I have no regrets. Reap what we sow. Death will Reap your soul.
I am the keeper, I creep in the cold. Chill in your bones, your mind's mine to own. Die all alone,
coins on your eyes pay the toll.
From the Ferryman's boat, pauper to throne. They all pay the piper, no light where they go.
Life might be fickle, Death makes us equal.
In front of Death, they fall from my sickle.
