In this note
I'll bear my soul
Reveal my grave obsession
This is my confession
On a vessel to oblivion
A harvester of fallen souls
Feared by mortals
By the sick extolled
Beyond the pale I find conviction
Shed the veil, uncover truth
When the light leaves our eyes
Where do we go?
Is there life beyond the scythe
Or darkness untold?
The question hangs
Like a blade above my head
How do I break free
From the burden of death?
Taking mothers from their children
A work so cruel it takes a toll
I call my purpose into question
There must be something more
Beyond the pale I find conviction
Shed the veil, uncover truth
When the light leaves our eyes
Where do we go?
Is there life beyond the scythe
Or darkness untold?
The question hangs
Like a blade above my head
How do I break free
From the burden of death?
How do I break free?