the reapers come, hes raised his schythe
hes here for me to end my life
i beg and plead, im far to young
in the reapers eye, im the perfect one
he moves in closer and lifts his blade
he casts a dark and ghastly shade
the blade swings down, and takes my soul
my future now the reaper holds
i see my body painfully twisted
to the reapers hand ive been enlisted
i watch as my flesh rots away
nothing but bones were left to stay
a cloud of smoke surrounds the many pieces
and just then the reaper releases
my soul is moving toward the cloud
but i cant stop it i cant move now
into the darkness is where i go
i dont know where i am all i feel is cold
the cloud is gone and i look down
im wearing the reapers pure black gown
in my hand i hold the schythe
and with it the power to end all life
i look ahead and the reapers gone
my mortal life had not been long
but as death i will continue to live on
