Death is dark with a cloak of black.
With icy breathe going down your back.
you feel his presence when you're alone.
A hand on your shoulder down to the bone.
He takes people when their time is here.
Reaching for hearts far and near.
Watching people day and night.
On the edge of giving you a fright.
With a cycle in your chest.
The souls come with with and now at rest.
Lending a hand for you to hold.
In the light so glorious and bold.
