The water streams like blood from my veins;
The firestorm consumes all my pain;
The sun burns out the last of the days;
The Reaper is coming... 
No chance to escape!

My hourglass has shattered tonight,
The sand of life is lost to the skies.
The fever creeps, consuming my mind.
The Reaper is coming...
No need for a fight...

I feel the Reaper is coming;
He takes away all my breath.
I hear his steps while I'm dying;
I smell the strong stench of death...

The Reaper comes to gather my soul;
The Reaper brings his calmness and cold;
I hear the crunch, he tramples my world...
The Reaper is coming...
Nowhere left to go.

The black sun drowns the colors of life;
I don't believe that I can survive;
The night reveals the man with the scythe...
The Reaper is coming...
Obey and abide...