• A lonely reaper, a shade of death,
    waiting for our final breath.
    A-clad in black, this lonesome girl,
    as pale as the ocean's precious pearl.
    She cannot die, but has no soul,
    she's coming here to take us whole.
    She's here at last, but do not cry,
    it's not the end, so say goodbye.

    As we drift into this pain,
    we leave our sodden crimson stain.
    Our souls are gone, but still we live,
    and what more can we all but give?
    She doesn't care, for she can not feel,
    but this pain has never been so real.
    Our blood is seeping, the veins run dry,
    our vision blurs, so say goodbye.

    An angel of darkness, a messaenger of doom,
    brings a fog of fateful gloom.
    As you cry your crimson tears,
    I see her face and forget my fears.
    When she comes, I'll take her hand,
    perhaps one day you'll understand.
    My last breath comes, more like a sigh,
    we'll meet again, so say goodbye.