• I see the reaper.
    He's not the best greeter.
    His eyes are like a fire.
    They hold a evil desire.
    I see him in my dreams.
    I know he's after me.

    I swear I don't want to bleed.
    Feels like no-one knows me.
    Someone don't leave me be.
    It's getting darker.
    And the sparks are fading faster.
    I see the fire,it's not much brighter.

    So now do you hear me scream?
    Do you hear my pleas?
    Oh why couldn't you save me!?