Strikes terror in the hearts of men
Fleshless form cloaked in the night
No locked door keeps him at bay
Moonlight glints upon the scythe
See the empty sockets tare
Skull-faced, grin is showing glee
Behold harbinger of death
Grim Reaper has come for thee

Death's head, symbol of our pride
Death's head, sign of your demise
Death's head, nowhere you can hide
Reaper's image in your eyes

Blood of kings flows in your veins
You have led a wasted life
Potential greatness cast aside
Turned and ran from any strife
Sniveling coward waits to die
Then he spies that gleaming skull
Behold: Death's head blade is swung
Reaper come to claim his soul

Death's head, symbol of our pride
Death's head, sign of your demise
Death's head, nowhere you can hide
Reaper's image in your eyes

The reaper, an impartial judge
In his own time to all he comes
Can't escape his icy grip
When he decides your life is done
Those who fight for faith and folk
Nor from the path of virtue stray
Go to their rest satisfied
Needn't fear the death's head blade!

Death's head
Death's head
Death's head
Death's head