Death the Leveller

Old as the hills, the icy hand of death King of all ills, the leveller himself Dark infinite, soulless sage Out of the void, endless age Sharpened scythe silent call Lies in wait for every dying soul Death the leveller Kings & queens, all bow before his sight With boney hands, leads you into the night Cold as the blackness of space Ageless eternal embrace Sharpened scythe in left hand Leading souls audacious and grand Death the leveller Death the leveller (Ha ha) Behold his sight, behold your destiny Days of your life, did not belong to thee Cold as the blackness of space Ageless eternal embrace Sharpened scythe silent call Lies in wait for every dying soul Death the leveller Death the leveller Death the leveller