Deep within the forest, on a realm of pain,
Enslaved souls of darkness play an endless game.
When the sun sets for shelter and the moon takes its place,
All forest creatures hide, running without a trace.
Deceiving silence embraces the forgotten land,
As demons start their game, holding each other's hand.
All happens in secrecy, no sound is there to hear,
The thick mist spreads when Death is near.
At the sound of his sickle all trees bow,
Death thirsts for flesh, no stopping him now.
He summons a demon - black winged horse,
He's off for the kill making life take its course.
They come to take the souls of the ones in disbelief
Leaving behind a trail of sordid grief.
Fear him for Death shall come for all -
Not only kings or queens will take the fall.
Every tear you shed for the ones that are now gone
Is a sign that his reign will keep living on.
You can run, but you can't hide - running fast or running slow,
Death is like your shadow wherever you may go.
