Grim Reaper

By

Son Of Evil

He comes for you when you are dead,

And those who are lying on their deathbed.

He hunts for your immortal soul,

For all creatures must pay a toll.

Pointing the way with his skeleton hand,

He takes you to the Promised Land.

He takes you to the gates of Hell,

If you have led a wicked spell.

And he takes to the gates of heaven,

The one or two who's led a sinless life.

Then he searches for himself

A nice little sinner,

For he is the Grim Reaper.