Awful Death will find me wherever I go;
I can't hide, I can't run from its all-seeing eye.
My soul is immortal, but my body grows old.
There's a shadow behind, with the sharpened steel scythe.

Awful Death devours the colors of life;
I can't see anything through the veil of mistrust.
My world sinks in sins, and every war ends in lies.
There's a shadow behind, reaching out through my past.

Awful Death reminds me of what I have done;
What's the meaning of life, that I've lost in the fight?
My blood is as crimson as the roses mowed down...
And the shadow behind puts its blade in my spine...

No, I can't run from my own fate,
I cry to relieve the pain in my soul.
I've done so little, and now it's too late;
I hear Awful Death walk into my hall...
I cry, but nobody's home...