Death to all,
Death to all who come.
Fear the Reaper,
The collector or your soul.
There is no hope for you.
No one will come to help.
They hear your screams,
But ignore your pleas of mercy.
You are guilty.
Your fate has been decided.
Do not run away.
Death will come soon.
The cold grips of life,
Your realities will haunt you.
You know what you have done.
No lie can hide it.
Your facade has failed,
Your mirage has shattered.
Let Death claim your soul,
As it will be scattered.
