Nothing but shadows
a cold sweat and a feeling of death
he is the grim reaper the dark horse man
and with no emotion his only purpose is to take your soul
created form the depths of darkness
and his job is simple how could he fail
bring souls one by one he only awaits the morning sun
for light that is the one thing he fears
of all his immunity that is the one thing he can not over come
so as they same at dusk he retreats to the darkness
only to await his moment again at night
and the cold feeling of morbid air that surrounds him
that only invigorates him more
he is a being created for one sole purpose
a walking soul collector fashioned by dark hands
to take the souls of those condemned
