The scythe of death And the hounds of hell were sent To claim my life At the gates of hades No one dares to call my name Living wraith without a soul So death can't find me here From this fate release me End my days and set me free The sole survivor of Encounter with the grim reaper I am immortal At the gates of heaven No one dares to call my name For them a wretched demon Amongst divine angels Eternal rest awaits for the wicked one And the hordes of hell Are yet to confront They worst enemy