Grim Reaper

He follows the mistaken path
In the devils hidden moonlight
Reflects his evil wrath
That is binded against night

The steal weapon of a reaper
Death as his suit of arms
Where deception and hell grow deeper
Within its wicked spirits charm

His breath raises rendering pain
That devours the meaningless demon
To a place where we all must remain
With the torture that will never be done

Betrayal and greed are fed
And the happiness remains grim
Where restless words are said
And the souls of many remain dim

In his heart releases true torture
With every mind he does slay
Which in hancies his Passion of no future
And the creation of a never ending day

A grave is left to be his lasting home
To rely on the madness alone
Guided by his weakness he roams
And misery is what he shall condone

A name rendered by his side
Grim Reaper deaths only guide