It is I who speak O' mortals, Death. I come not to lay hold of your soul, But that of humanity. For humanity has deceased aeons ago. It grieves me, Oh, can you surmise, it grieves Death to call on a world without humanity? I see mortal hands taking lives and wonder If the globe yet requires me. (For it is I who take lives, is it not?)
I take humanity's soul in my arms, How desolate it seems! Do you hear me, O' mortals? Do you hear death? I go now, But I shall return, For your souls next, For humanity's slayers' souls.