March of the Reaper
Blue sky turning cobalt
Black cloak in the wind
A skeletal shape
Looking for the innocents sins
Ravens above
In frantic flight
Their master they chase
Decrepit delight
Scythe in swipe
Cutting and swathing
All before him
Bloodied craving
The sands of time
Around his waist
In timely pursuit
His deathly taste
Don't fear the Reaper
For the innocents with no sins
Will rise in their might
And the cleansing begins
The previously fallen
Apparition wraith
Unification of right
As they follow their faith
Cobalt to sky blue
The heavens lights in shine
Don't fear the Reaper
Follow the divine
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