In a Wicked Pursuit

Dark-light speed, through ever-never
The ghostly reaper, that evanescent follows
Dark-light speed, through ever-never
With sharp gloomy scythe
Pecaminous stars of night, the dreams
Dark-light speed, through ever-never

Terrifying sight, that tramble the most skeptical ones.
It's like facing the doomsday alone
Even who has many seasons passed by,
Will freeze from head to toe
A detailed portrait is nothing but a shadow,
Of the untold fear
In graveyard dwells, supreme life-taker.

Inside thy dreams
Is where he rules
Swansong of life
Lulaby of death

Black-torn mantle, hiding the skull-shape
With the near danger, all hope fades a+way
Black-torn mantle, hiding the skull-shape
The shining happy memories
Soon turns into ailments, in heart
Black-torn mantle, hiding the skull-shape

The wicked pursuit ends in
Craved dark nails in flesh
The reaper, dread evil incarnated
So close, he feels its breath
That sulphur smell spreads

Woke soaking in blood
Dried heart, in pain, no longer beats
No-used with darkness
His eyes stare the heavy air
Two red static dots
Gazin' the corpse
That agonizes silently
'till death takes over him