• I offer to you this kiss of death
    out on this lonely road.
    You may breathe your final breath
    at the end of this reaper's ode.

    It is winter and everything's cold
    ice creeps into your veins.
    In all the stories you've been told
    I help to end your pains.

    But how do you know
    that they will end
    out here upon the snow?
    How do you know that I will send
    you up and not down below?

    Anger, destruction, hatred, and sadness;
    Hell is this and more.
    You lie there writhing in your madness
    down to your very core.

    Knowing this make your decision
    to continue living or to die.
    Before you make that first incision
    Are you certain you don't want to try?