Reaper - Gnarwolves

«Reaper»

You’re goddam right I fear the reaper

Every time I hear the closing chords

I’m not afraid to die

But living doesn’t make much sense at all

I’m losing it

It’s miserable

When your name reads like an epitaph

And every ounce of strength is used to wave your friends goodbye

I sat and prayed for a changing tide

Every night

Let the city sleep soundly

Every door remain closed

We will move with the oceans

'till we’re inches from home

And from the shores of our town

We will pity the old

For out freedom once priceless

Is now paid for in gold

For every thought rejected

Every moment that’s spent

Putting bars on our boxes

A mercenaries lament

We can do better