Born with a scythe in his hands
Draping his veil around us
Cold dark and infinite death
awaits us all in the final hour
The end is here and Death strikes down
The false illusion is swiftly perished
Death stares you in the eye
and by his scythe you die
Evermore...
Draping his veil around us
Cold dark and infinite death
awaits us all in the final hour
The end is here and Death strikes down
The false illusion is swiftly perished
Death stares you in the eye
and by his scythe you die
Evermore...