Nothing but a vanquished proud terror,
causing everywhere a final disaster.
Tho art called the strongest and the mightiest,
Laying you icy cold hands
you think you have conquered man
Death! I challenge you,
for you are not what you appear to be,
You think you are the last and final sleep,
but to me you are the last and final awakening.
So, be not proud, your pride is befallen….
for all your terrors forsaken,
I'll wait for you to come soon
and open the doors of heaven and give me a boon.
In the end, I repeat with a sigh……
Not me, but Death! you Shall Die!!!