The Reaper

Creppy sounds coming from every corner
Makes you frighten and tremble in fear
And the house is getting darker
 When a fleshless hand slowly appear

And a head, only ancient bones
With his clenching teeth
And from the eye holes
Flames are burning from the abyss

His voice was thunder sound
And his walk lighting like
In his hand the burning axe
Raising to cut my head

Always dead but so alive
My cold soul burns inside
This empty shell of bones and skin
Paying now for capital sin

The time has come, for me to die
The time to finally pay
For the sins, for all mistakes
 In hell pits my soul to burn 

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