The Beating Drums and Whistling Flutes (Death's Band)

Did you hear the beating drums come closer?
Or the whistling flutes of the dead come by?
I tried to ignore their callings,
But Death won't stop yelling for me.
I want so much to answer him,
But I know everyone who'd miss me.
I love too much to fall asleep,
And let them have victory.
My family may be a pain,
But I really love them so.
I listen to the reaping music,
It's seductive rhythem roll,
Into my ears and pull me to them,
They don't know what "no" is.
Death wants me so damn badly,
I can hear his feet,
Thumping across the gravelled road,
Leaving ashes where he steps,
LIve to love and love to die,
That's how this world goes.
Suicidal?
No I refuse to be.
As inviting as death may be,
I love to live on free.
So listen closely,
The drums are coming,
The flutes are lively playing,
They're coming for us,
So let's move on and try to get away,
'Cause until we're caught honey,
We'll live freely and wild.