The Death has always terrified man
The constant fear of the fragile last breath
The end of human consciousness
Becoming dust in the infinite universe

Have you pride of the life you lived?
Have you been true with your wishes?
You know the passage may be short
But memories can keep you alive or dead

Do you know the paradise they told you?
You are digging your grave
In this fairy tale which they sold
You're going straight to hell

The Death may have different faces
It can be the end of all suffering
The end of natural process
Or hell for who believe in this human madness