Try to run as fast as you can!
The scythe is too long to dodge
Like a heart attack it will betray you quietly
Without noticing your head is not over your shoulder
Your neck is sliced in half...
Try to cut corners to prevent your head from rolling on the floor
The demon is smiling sweetly in your face
Chilling presence of reaper is now on your back
Stand firm! Grip your sword!
Forget about grace! Swing and wield it!
Thrust it forward and backward!
Careful! you might point it on your self
Fight back! there is no pleasure in death
Crawl and catch your breath
Your dry throat is ready to roar
Move forward without looking back...
The hallow darkness is behind your back
Utter a prayer and call upon your God...
Never let the wolves lick thy blood
The smoke built in your lungs
Spark a raging fire to survive
Clap your hands, recall your song
A dove might dance in the sky
The love to live, cause the grave to be covered by dust...
The latter rain had made the heaven cry
The beast had revive the breast of the field
Do not chase the air with clipped wings
For the ransom had numbered the sand
The full moon is hidden behind the clouds
For now the reaper is not kissing your back
Your prayer had redeem you from the grave...