He drinks the wine with a smirk. He knows his job is done He has collected all the souls That were due to be gone
He is the god of death, they fear The one who brings the doom He has no pity, no regret He seals their final tomb
But he is not a heartless fiend He knows how to have fun He likes to toast to every soul That he has taken from
He does not care about their fate He knows it’s not his choice He sees the irony in life He laughs with a loud voice
So he cheers to the afterlife To all the souls that he will meet He drinks the wine with a smirk And then he takes his seat