Do you hear the sound of footsteps?
Do you hear the call of Death?
Do you feel the icy chill
of sleep upon your neck?
The Reaper calls,
And calls for you.
It's your turn to take a ride
By the Horseman's side.
The ride is long
And treacherous,
So never leave his grasp.
Hell is no comparison
For the beasts beyond the path.
I'll join you there one day
For killing you, I may!
But your death was so melodious,
So deserved,
and so...
Divine.
I'll take the pain for my revenge
And save my family's name.
So can you hear his call
As my blade slides up your spine?
Can you hear his voice
In every drop of blood?
The Reaper has come.
He's here for you.
The chill of Death
Upon your skin
It tingles fingertips.
It leaves me waiting
For his return
To take my soul down next.
~Kjten Enwood ©
~Kjten Enwood ©
