A shadow moves in the pale moonlight A scythe of stars cuts through the night It doesn’t call, it doesn’t plead But takes the soul with ruthless speed Its steps are silent, its gaze is cold The reaper’s tale is timeless, old No door can bar, no lock can hold The keeper of death, the hand untold Each soul it touches, it carries far Beyond the Sun, past every star It whispers secrets, it shows the way To lands where shadows rule the day Yet some will fight, and some will run But all must face what can’t be undone For life is fleeting, a fleeting flame And death will call you, just the same Through endless skies, the soul takes flight Into the vast, eternal night And as it leaves, the reaper grins Another dance, another sin