Hear the canter From beyond You know the end is coming Your thread's been cut, you can't abscond Night is falling Make amends The clock strikes midnight The sand still falls but your life ends
Fear the reaper Fear his scythe The hooded figure's coming On a pale horse he rides No forgiveness No parole One more appraisal To weigh the evil on your soul
And the light begins to fade
He reaps he collects He feasts on his clients debts Keeper of immortal bets No regrets To count to assort Unbound from the highest court Challenged by no gun nor sword Thanatos thy Lord
Rest forever Rot away Is there a chance to withstand? Exchange the hunter and his prey No surrender Take a stand One last uprising To take the reins out of his hand
And your life begins to fade
No tails nor heads He takes the forsaken threads Keeper of immortal bets No regrets Just pawns on the board They bow to the highest court Challenged by no gun nor sword Thanatos thy LordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
