You let your children play but the madman he is on his way
Death is dancing in your yard and your last night will be hard
Death is knocking at your door and nothing will be like before

You smile to your wife who will be stabbed by a madmans knife tonight
The madman he is coming to your home and nothing will be like before


Poor family did not wake up the next morning
Poor family are always asleep
Poor mankind did not wake up the next morning

Poor mankind will always sleep, always sleep
But the death is awake, dancing on our earth.


You let your children play but the madman he is on his way
Death is dancing in your yard and your last night will be hard
Death is knocking at your door and nothing will be like before

You smile to your wife who will be stabbed by a madmans knife tonight
The madman he is coming to your home and nothing will be like before


Poor family did not wake up the next morning
Poor family are always asleep
Poor mankind did not wake up the next morning

Poor mankind will always sleep, always sleep
But the death is awake, dancing on our earth.
Poor mankind will always sleep, always sleep

But the death is awake, dancing on our earth.