Death - Dark Moor

Careful, human, coming is a stranger

Hooded, swinging a broad scythe of danger!

I have no name

And I have no time

Brings out my game

A new paradigm

I am the veil

In the cold night

I’m of a pale

Ill bright.

Impaling new orders

Pushing beyond the borders

Transforming and turning

The end into a new reborn

Death!

I am death!

Prank of god, paradox

Rage and doom walk with you

Made of dust, crazy dance

End of childhood

Life reverse, grave nonsense

Hungry grave with a great

Harvest of madness

Death!

I am death!

Thirteen!

I’m no name!