the shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
entombs the lifeless
the darkest black is cast

the shadow of the reaper, will take its hand
the shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you


in the cemetery
you have been left unburied
the vultures pick at your eyes


the cold grasp, a blood hand
the skeleton it cracks

and its twitching
inside of your body
the brain retreats

the heart beats no longer
in denial
life no longer there

to comfort
to invigorate
to betray you

the rotten now await you
meet the devils keeper
in the shadow of the reaper

the rotten now await you
to invade you


the shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
entombs the lifeless
the darkest black is cast

the shadow of the reaper, will you take it hand
the shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you


in the cemetary
you have been left unburied
the vultures pick at your eyes