Текст песни The Reaper

Strikes terror in the hearts of men Fleshless form cloaked in the night No locked door keeps him at bay Moonlight glints upon the scythe See the empty sockets tare Skull-faced, grin is showing glee Behold harbinger of death Grim Reaper has come for thee Death's head, symbol of our pride Death's head, sign of your demise Death's head, nowhere you can hide Reaper's image in your eyes Blood of kings flows in your veins You have led a wasted life Potential greatness cast aside Turned and ran from any strife Sniveling coward waits to die Then he spies that gleaming skull Behold: Death's head blade is swung Reaper come to claim his soul Death's head, symbol of our pride Death's head, sign of your demise Death's head, nowhere you can hide Reaper's image in your eyes The reaper, an impartial judge In his own time to all he comes Can't escape his icy grip When he decides your life is done Those who fight for faith and folk Nor from the path of virtue stray Go to their rest satisfied Needn't fear the death's head blade! Death's head Death's head Death's head Death's head