He's a night-tripper treking soundlessly across Marble City
Yet once in a blue moon he allows you to buy time
Neither good nor evil, he's incapable of feeling pity
And couldn't care less if your life stopped on a dime
The macabre angel of unlife in the dark hooded robe
Always carrying a scythe and hourglass to inspire fear
Unwanted and hostile to humans by the nature of his job
He blows his cool when he hears, ''Get the hell out of here! ''
Now and then he backs off and gives you a cryptic warning
To watch out for demons that aim to possess your soul
Beyond curtains you get a view of hereafter and go into mourning
For the lost souls drawn into a whirlpool of the black hole

Aram Stefanian

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