I am the undertaker, the god of the dead.
Like a vulture I descend onto the doomed man’s head.
Men, horses, German and Brit
I take them all, I free them from grit.
I clear the rivers from the blood,
The corpses taken from in the mud.
Happy, sad, in pain or peace,
I take them all, though I am no priest.
Do I have business here? My visit is only brief.
To rid these men of all their grief.
Come forth and join me now;
At my palace of the dead, my death ship’s bow.
I am the voice in your head, the chill at night,
For I extinguish all that is bright.
Hopes, dreams, I create only fear,
I am your despair, I am always near.
Run and I will follow,
Hide and I will find.
Nowhere for you to go, no peace when you are blind.
I will get you one day, you are mine,
Because to everyone dead I am divine.
The end is coming for most, I can tell,
I’ll see you all at the gates of hell,
For I am Hades, God of the dead.
I will rule you when the battlefield turns red!