It's not wise to look him in the face He knows when it's time to start the chase
Face of death stares you down There's not hope you will be found No need to hide the reaper knows Harvester of mortal souls
Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky Hand of deaths approaching don't ask why Face of death stares you down There's not hope you will be found No need to hide the reaper knows Harvester of mortal souls
His scythe is coming for your head Now you will sleep amongst the dead Turns off the lights your life is gone Everyday for him the hunt is on
Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky Hand of deaths approaching don't ask why
Face of death stares you down There's not hope you will be found No need to hide the reaper knows Harvester of mortal soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
