Observing the starless sky,
i remain silent.
gazing through the universe,
i start to laugh.
aeons ago i was born,
from the ash of the stellar mist.
and with a touch of immortality,
i became the mocker of life.
[chorus:]
"ride, my steed of silver,
ride through the flaming clouds."
"witness my triumphant coming,
witness my hate."
"hear my grim battlecry,
low your heads
and prepare to die!
(for) i am the personification of death,
i am the mocker of life!"
blazing cloak upon me,
i memorize my fallen prey.
time is again on my side,
as the worlds, they do collapse.
curse the day when i shall fall,
when my might is gone.
never shall thine blades wound me,
never shall thine storms catch me.
[chorus:]
as i glare - upon my scythe
to see - my next realm what to crush .
once again - i clench that helve tight
and prepare - for my feast