I can see it
I see the ring
The mark of death
The grim reaper grabs you
And holds you tight
The mark growing darker
As his grip becomes stronger
And your time grows nearer
And life grows shorter
Very soon he'll pull back his scythe
Then
SLASH!
He'll lop off your head
The mark's pitch black now
Yes I can still see it,
See you
A lost soul wandering aimlessly
And here they come to save you
Funeral Complete
