Keep on thinking about tomorrow Keep on pleading your future Thinking of battle that nights bring (???) (???) your another way (???) will die There's
All these years I've spent fighting the fight winning my war, showing my might It was clear to me all the time... - There's no battle like that of life
Let me tell you something That my old man said to me Your lies have been piled so high It's no surpriseyou don't even see All your tricks and all your
All our times have come Here, but now there, gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are) Come on
Soon your time will come To leave the mortal realm You will travel from This world and into hell Death will come for you There's nothing you can do Eventually
{Death be not proud Though some have called thee mighty and dreadful Art not so} Yeao Yeao We lost the war, I'm feelin' to win Though I never tried
Wail, oh desolate gale Bring forth your bitter winds Wail through heart and through soul A poisoned kiss so deathly cold Vanish grief and inner pain
Put your hands together You're Lord of the Harvest And we worship You We worship You this day You're Lord of the Harvest And we worship You Let me hear
From far beyond your world Your deeds evoked me. On this mission I was sent to earth. Black is the veil I wear And so are my portents. When you see me
[Lyrics by Donald Roeser] [Arranged by HIM] All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun
You're Lord of the harvest and we worship you, we worship you this day, You're Lord of the harvest, and we worship you, let me hear the people of God
Alone I rule the night a messenger from hell, no light can save you from the shadows where I dwell Benefactor of mortality, your souls final keeper
[Music: Nodtveidt/Norman] [Lyrics: Nodtveidt] Wail - oh desolate gale Bring forth your bitter winds Wail through heart and through soul A poisoned kiss
All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are Come on
Reaper in black Clad in black he comes Back from the shadows to haunt the living Sinners of Christ and bearer of light The reaper's night has begun
Quarantine. Release me to re-skin the outside world. Quintessence of a beast taught to think and suffer like a human. We are our your men. Parented genetic
There he waits for the doom So alone in a store cold room Chained and scarred he's bleeding for his anger Set him free He's the one that will speak your