Have you ever thought that death is so pretty?
So tender and gentle, it comes with the flow.
You think that your death is dirty and nasty,
But you're wrong. When it comes, you should bow.

Death will wipe away everyone someday;
No one can hide from its all-seeing sense.
The black flag of death flutters over our graves;
The mortality rate here is one hundred percent.

My head spins around; I fall into the fire.
I see our poor world is choked with filth.
Death will miss nobody - the perfect equalizer.
The future will remember just our bones and teeth.

Death is so pretty, death is so lulling.
The purgatory waits for our weary souls.
Death is so pretty, death is inspiring.
Death will revive the shambles of this world.