• People look to the right and to the left.
    They can't see or hear me for I am Death.
    Grim Reaper, Dark Angel, King of the Damned.
    They don't know the horrors I feel with a soul in my hand.

    Those people, those humans gave me so many titles to bear!
    They actually believe that I take their souls without a care.
    How DARE they believe such things that I would never do!
    Like torture them, beat them, turn their hopes into goo.

    I am not the devil but an angel in despair.
    I just do my job, and I really do care.
    I care too much, and hope so much of you all.
    But why oh why do most of you fall?

    Fall past second chances and past purgatory too.
    Right down to Hell where the sky is never blue.
    Fire will flicker and heat things up quite a bit.
    The heat will be hotter then a candle flame's bright orange tip.

    I worry so much about all of you.
    So please do good deeds so you can come up here too.
    To where light is always shinning and the sky is blue.
    Don't fall down and don't become a Dark Angel too.