I ride my black horse through blistering cold
to take the weak and ravage the old
fate they call it, to that i spit
i take them down to hells black pit
to burn in a lake of eternal fire
for loving to much of what they desire
my design is perfect there are no mistakes
they all shall burn for there sins at the stake
I've killed many kings and ended there rule
every last one of them thought me so cruel
at night i lurk in shadows and stalk my prey
then hunt them down and take their soul before the light of day
many people fear me to that i simply laugh
their icy scream of horror as their soul is chopped in half
skeptics believe that they can hide beneath the sun
be it midnight or midday I'll hunt you till your done
i hope you've guessed my name
the reaper or death its all the same
and I'm sorry but I'm afraid it is your time
and because its my job job i hunt you down you'll perish for your crimes
