Up from the shadows
of the cold pale future
rising with

his scyt he in his hands
death comes reaping
the brother of sleep

it is the time
that this life ends
white fangs are flashing

and his eyes are red - gleaming
grave icy words
creeping from his mouth

no life withstands him
all the flesh withers grasslike
every time

north, east, west, and south

None shall escape him

you may run
but can´t hide
you´re just running

to your own grave
blood must be shed
souls be freed from their bodies

mortal life fades
and eternity´s safe
mistenshrouded

the cemetary lies
nighthowls are calling
their haunting tune

don´t fear the reaper
he´s coming to take you
greet the beyondworld

for death´s coming soon