My Name...

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 !