Assobio da Morte - Lobo/Morte (Gato de Botas 2)

There were only 9 lives and counting
Deaths and more deaths, slowly decreasing
Listen to the whistle when I'm approaching
I carry two scythes, because lives I'm reaping

Cat, you're doomed
The fur bristles and the heartbeat quickens
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum
Just listen, it throbs
Puss in Boots, You've reached your last life

I am death
I'm hunting you, you're out of luck, I'm stronger
Reaping, cutting, decapitating is a sport
I make the cut
I want to see you smile in the face of death

Very slow, careless, sad, sad
You don't live up to the legend
Oops, oops
Just give up
Your ego was inflated
I brought despair
You feel the terror
And I love to smell the fear

Lives passing, listen to the call
Now now now, I'll leave the body cold
You're terrified
The body shivers

It's in a black cloak that death dresses
Everywhere she appears
Run cat, Death, Death
Tracking, she gets furious
Run cat, Death, Death
Sorry for crashing the party
Fall into your shelter
There's no use running, you're in danger
Ahhhhh
I love the smell of that fear

Listen to the whistle of death and flee in fear
The one hunting you is the big bad wolf
I want to see your whole body tremble
Your hope I will now break
And not that it comforts you
You're out of luck
I am death

It's intoxicating, I feel the scent
Tracking the fear by listening to the steps
Ephemeral, lived, I followed your trail
Take the sword and face me here cat

These 9 lives of yours shouldn't even exist
You didn't value anything, now you'll have to pay
I counted deaths on my scythe and for years I watched
Finally the time has come for me to kill you

I surround you with fire and you tremble at the base
At the base
To you I'm the boss of the final stage
Of this stage

I was there, you were reckless
You didn't value anything and I say Literally
It's not rhetorically or theoretically
Metaphorically, I am death directly
In the darkness walks a being so strong
Your fear feeds the will of death

Listen to the whistle of death and flee in fear
The one hunting you is the big bad wolf
I want to see your whole body tremble
Your hope I will now break
And not that it comforts you
You're out of luck
I am death