Never say die or the consequence will be harsh.
We might throw you to the crocodiles in the Everglades marsh.
Or you may die later and be thrown in the pit of hell,
This gives me chills! Oh, how swell!
Maybe we’ll slit your throat,
Trust me, us Soul Reapers don’t gloat.

Never say die, or the consequence will be harsh.
We might throw you off of a 50 story building,
Down into the streets below, in the air there will be no yielding.
These eyes are blind to your pain
But its energy we gain.

Never say die, or the consequence will be harsh.