Ode to Grim Reaper

Smell the stench of decay
Covered with the eyes of night
Come to take us away
Although we try to fight

You who make men tremble
In spite of all their deeds
Take them to the temple
Of the black and evil Seeds

Pick up your sign of death
The big black sharp scythe
Creep up with your cold breath
You the taker of life

Come take us to our hell
All those on your list
Into our tormented cell
With your death kiss

When your time comes its up
No matter what we say
Time gives us our death cup
Then you take us away

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