Mister Reaper, is that you in the dark, half concealed in a hood?
Is that the silhouette of your shadow, or have I misunderstood?
Say something please and appease me and I will try not to fawn
Take my soul and my will and then lead me to the blighted corn
End my misery, Mister Reaper, guide me to my lord and master
Release me from this mortality and let sciomancy be my pastor
Raise the razor-blade for me, above the shoulders, raise it high
Execute my corporeal being and let my unholy body rot and lie
And to you, Mister Reaper, I'll leave my last thought and dream
Pray for me and I will bequeath to you where my torments teem
Everything I am, I will give to you, I will give you ten times tithe
Revenant Reaper, I'll rest in peace, under a bloody high scythe
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