girlies screaming, children crying, people hurtin, others dyin
and out
of the shadows he did rise with an evil heart and souless eyes
this
being of death and his scythe as well reaps the doomed souls straight
to hell
ghoulies moanin, wolves howlin, trees groanin, alley cats yowlin
He is Lord Death come from the grave, to reap your soul with his stave, this wicked one with his immortal blades, tortures you till your spirit fades
women freakin, elders croakin, little ones shriekin, voices broken
cause out of the darkness with a skeletal grin hes dressed in robes as black as sin, this creature of death, broken from his cage takes up his scythe and hacks with rage
darkness risin, fog is rollin, stars are shinin, sunrise fallin
and on this night you did see, a premonition of your death to be, this spirit of death with one mighty blow, took your life as your blood did flow
your blood is poolin, your sight is failin, your body coolin, your color pailin
proof of your sight you now know, this is the time for your life to go, standing above you stands the Grim, understanding in your eyes that you belong to him
By: Erica Lynn Stahly "Angel"