The scream of the curling blood

The gloomy march of monotony

The cries at the eve of the dusk

Calling upon the Grim Reaper

 

The pain inflicted by blunt knife

The tears of the unholy time

Scavengers waiting in the sky

Calling upon the Grim Reaper

 

The Reaper shall appear to surprise

However hard you do to survive

Thy Lord shall win and take your soul

Thy Lord the Lord of Death

 

The creature whose ally is the shadow

The bearer of thy lost souls

By  the rival of time

Is thy Lord of Death.

 

Thy Lord of Death, Thy Grim Reaper

Thy soul belongs to thy master

None can win the fight against

The song he plays:

The Melody of Thy Death.

 

K.J.

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