Once on a day long ago and lost in history since then The Reapers Bell sounded for me,

And The Reaper himself with his ghastly hood and long twisted scythe showed no mercy to my plea.

He dragged me away against my will out of my body and towards a place with a colossal flaming tree,

And brought me to a large heavy macabre door decorated with the bodies of those that tried to flee.

From his sleeve made of various skins of the damned The Reaper pulled out a ghastly skeleton key,

And he laughed at me with his scratchy voice saying that in this place I would forever be a detainee.

The Reaper carelessly threw me like a child would throw a rag doll into my horrible flaming cell,

And as I hit the ground full of bodies of those in this place before me I felt the ground heave and swell.

He slammed the door behind me and locked the door tightly before leaving to bring more to this horrid hotel,

And no matter how much I pushed and pulled that door would not budge for it was sealed well.

All around me the flames crept closer and closer to my body and throughout this place rang a death knell,

I know very well what I did to deserve coming to this place but to the likes of you I shall never tell.

The flames gather around me hungrily itching to lick at my flesh from them there would be no escape,

They reach out to me solidify and start to wrap around my legs my arms and my neck like burning red tape.

The bloody red tendrils of fire start to stretch my body in painful positions and into an impossible shape,

One of the fiery tendrils reaches up to my face like a grotesque hand and peels away my face like a drape.

Another burning tendril digs into my arms scorching my blood into an unearthly black worse than a scrape,

My body still being contorted my blackened blood bubbling and steaming drips onto the rocky landscape.

Finally after what seems like decades the bloodied black and red tendrils release me and I fall to the ground,

I lay there for an unknown amount of time unable to find the strength to get up and stand still feeling bound.

After a while I stand up on my own two feet feeling queasy and weak my whole body aching I look around,

Before long I hear a chilling terrible sound one that fills anyone with numbing fear the baying of His hound.

Suddenly He is standing in front of me with a wide grin on his face and at first he does not make a sound,

But then He says that He likes what I have become and offers me a deal and what fool am I to stay around?

He agreed to send me back so long as I supplied him with souls and oh how fun this game was when it began,

So among you I have lived since that time long ago unsuspecting and unseen for the majority of the endless span.

If I do not see you and you do not see me then you are spared and you escape but if not then you become part of my plan,

For if you see me or I see you then I either take your life and send you to Hell or take your soul and make you a part of the clan.

So like The Reaper that stole me from my own body so long ago I have no mercy no morals for I am His front man,

Play my game if you wish but know that there is no backing out of it once it has begun guess who I am if you can.