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