Only fools cannot decide
When to live or when to die
But when they atone for their first sin
Only then will they begin
To comprehend life’s truest pains
While I grab Death’s scythful reigns
For only then can you really see
What it is to truly be
An ember in the blackest sky
Waiting on Death to pass you by
From his blade comes a drop of blood
Drowning you in a crimson flood
My scything hand yee not dishearten
The soul of my nearest fellow Spartan
But what it is to truly see
My soul calling in misery
A life of death is my greatest sin
A sorrowful tone my soul should hymn
So act a fool and you will see
Just how sharp my blade will be
Cut you down with no remorse
Setting sail on blackest course
To understand what lies in my mind
Circling the universe with unending time
For what I know and what I see
Is not for you and made for me
Reaping souls is my accursed gift
Killing on every millennia’s fifth
To see blackest death and crimson red
Is to truly know that I am dead