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