When the moon turns to blood  The seas boil and rise  Man?s days grow few  And soon all will die     Seven is the number  The Holy Trinity  As the Seventh Seal is broken  So is tranquility     The words have been written  The course has been planned  The apocalyptic Scripture  Sentence of the damned     When the death book is opened  The seven trumpets sound  The Seventh Seal is broken  To Hell man is bound     The plagues will be many  As Death plays his game  A test of will and strength  A game that?s played in vain     For a fortunate few  The game is not in vain  To escape Death?s grasp  To live in other?s pain     At the close of the day  The game?s end is near  With Death?s wicked smile  Your fate is finally clear     The Dance of Death in silhoutte  On a hillside desolate  The figures move and sway  And Death leads the way