You can scream and beg in your defiance
Or bow your head in complete compliance
Uttering words of prayers, that sound so hollow
Casting furtive glances, you'll not see the morrow
And now he's here, vermilion eyes on fire, glowing
Neath his blackened apparel, 'tis all that's showing
Shade or assassin, he's the eternal, unholy reaper
Cloaked, forever, in the reveries of the silent sleeper
R.E.M, beads of sweat, upon your forehead, trickle
Ensnared by death, you can see he picks the sickle
And now you can scream, but there's no one listening
Mortality weeps, as the sweeping blade is glistening
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