The Grim Reaper
There's something strange happening in this town
you can smell it in the air, it's all around
It's death himself and he's reaping souls
He's here to possess you, to place you in his fiery coals
There's no place to run, no place to hide
You are about to venture on this long sinister ride
The death ride you might say
Yes, the Grim Reaper is here to take you away
Your not the only one about to enter Satan's den
There are many others that have also sinned
This is the night of the unforgotten memory
this is the night that you will burn eternally
In the idle darkness, the end is drawing near
your heart is pounding madly in fear
As you see the hooded face of this eerie unknown stranger
you scream in ghostly horror at the sight of this creature
As you look upon his sinking cold eyes of death
it takes away your precious breath
And in your last few moments of recognition
you discover the savage blade of destruction
Now you have reached the realms of death
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