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.