In shadows cast by the bloody moon,
A whisper lingers of a mournful tune.
Through veils of mist unfolds my doom.
I feel, Death is coming for me too soon.

Dragging footsteps creaks in to the silent night,
A reaper of fury cloaked in the absence of light,
Dragging many hooks dipped in rotting screams.
I hear, Death is coming for me too soon.

Air...