Angel of Death, Reaper of Souls

The young and the old fall to his blade

A screaming last breath, a reversal of roles

 

The fire reduced to embers, a fading of coals

Man, his death no longer delayed

Angel of Death, Reaper of Souls

 

The Soldier, collecting his blood soak’d tolls

The sunken face, callous and yet staid

A screaming last breath, a reversal of roles

 

The Horsemen come, dream of befogg’d grassy knolls

For all will die, all things will fade

Angel of Death, Reaper of Souls

 

Burning and Crackling, husks empty as bowls

All of the life of which they were forbade

A screaming last breath, a reversal of roles

 

The Figure stands dark, a’covered in holes

In It men see doom and the debt of life repaid

Angel of Death, Reaper of Souls

A screaming last breath, a reversal of roles