He sleeps in the day
And stalks us at night
If you did see him
He'd give you a fright
His head in a hood
He wears a black cape
If he does find you
There is no escape
He's patiently waiting
For he is a creep
He's waiting for you
To die in your sleep
He'll grab hold of your soul
And take it away
For he is the reaper
Your life is his pay
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It can't been seen or felt. It can't be heard or smelt. It just lingers in the air. A presence just there. By day it lays dormant. By night relishes in torment. It seeks out a soul. To make it whole.
The grim reaper finds his victim, There will be no time for fixing. After death, after life, Mr grim needs no knife. His boney finger, Is what makes him the reaper.
The reaper grim,. Has come herein,. To take your soul,. With his scythe,. You will writhe,. Until you're no longer whole,. With his hooded cloak,. Your life broke,. Your meeting will never end well,.
Tonight the. iron gates of. hell will be opened. Fire and. brimstone will. rain down. Devils released. as their chains. are broken. In our unspoken. fears we. will drown. Curses and. ancient spells.
The grim reaper's using me as a puppet, I'm an unwilling merchant of death, I really don't mean to kill you, Didn't mean to steal your last breath.
Something wicked this way comes, Emancipation imminent, the Devil whispering deceitful vice Uttering blasphemy, hot as ice Can you hear him. Does he Talk to you in the night.
She told him she wasn't real,. In the sense she was unable to feel,. She was the devil, a soulless soul keeper,. A heartless life reaper,. But he did not run, not yell,.
I am the Keeper. I am the Reaper. I am the collector of mortal souls. There is no Heaven, nor Hell... ...just a space on my shelf, for the pride of my collection.
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