I am death and I wear the crown,
I am the lady and mistress of all of you
and I am so cruel, I am so strong and hard
that your walls will not stop me.
/>I am death and I wear a crown,
I am not the lady and mistress of all of you
and before my scythe you will have to bow your head
and go at the pace of dark death.< br/>You are the guest of honor of the dance that we play for you,
put down the scythe and dance round and round:
one round of a dance and then another
and you of time you are no longer a lady.