A figure in a black robe walks in
Hood up, can't even see his chin
He holds a scythe
He wants to take this man's life
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
The blade moves close to the man throat
He could be slaughtered like a goat
It touches and slices some skin
Blood runs in a stream, thin
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
The man struggles against his ropes
Slowly dying are his hopes
He's tied securely to a bench
As he pulls, and tries to wrench
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
The darkness moves all around him
Chances of him living are quite slim
The blade digs deeper and he starts to pray
It looks his body will stay
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
God I've been good all my life
And I am under the knife
I've never done much bad
I've made people happy, not sad
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
With a quick jerk, his head is lost
The cloaked figure picks him up, the body is tossed
The head just sits there in its own blood
A dark tinge of brown from the floors mud
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
His prayers seemed not to be answered
Or maybe they just were never heard
For all went black after death
Its seems heaven had no room left
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
The figure leaves the dark room
And takes a walk to the tomb
He takes the body and down it goes
TO be eaten by maggots and dug in by moles
He has a threatened life
He's under the knife
All off a sudden a new scream sounds
In the distance, over the bark of hounds
A lady lies in a room of dark
Waiting for the figure to make his mark.
