A single thought feeds whatever's left of my life: Death – the final equalizer All our souls stand before the same trial Yes, you will die You too will die Your ploys have now reached demise A vacant life before your eyes Now who's the master and who is the slave Dance with me on your own grave Skeleton ball proves the mightiest will fall Along with all the lowlifes For mortality is written in our blood You too will die Yes, you will die Thrived on the innocent cries Pleas for grace met with despise Emperor, peasant, a beggar, a child Now in death stirred bones are piled Dance of death Macabre collects your head Yes, you will die We will live on through our deeds You're massacred by your own creed There are no idols, no martyrs, no gods Victims of eternal fraud Dance of death Macabre collects your head Macabre collects your head