A Reaper of Sorrows

I am walking, Through A lonely night, I am walking, Brooding on this life. As I walk, Guided by the moon so bright, As I walk, A figure comes from behind. I see this man, He is as troubled as I, I see this man, He is a reaper of the night. And he tells me, "I am a reaper of sorrows, Pour your troubles unto me, I am a reaper of sorrows, Through your darkness I can see, I am a reaper of sorrows, Your guide if you believe in me, I am a reaper of sorrows, Pour your life unto me." And I see this man, Cloaked, brighter than day, I see this man, Shrouded, darker than a lightless Fray, I am blinded by this man, But I have no need to see, Blinded by this man, I walk, and my troubles wash away, For no troubles can hide, When the reaper comes out to play. As with every night, I wish the moon would forever stay, As with every night, I wish for the absence of the day. But the moon ignores my wish, Bringing morning my way. And so the reaper of sorrows, Took all my troubles away.