Mortal Souls - Beastmaker

It’s not wise to look him in the face

He knows when it’s time to start the chase

Face of death stares you down

There’s not hope you will be found

No need to hide the reaper knows

Harvester of mortal souls

Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky

Hand of deaths approaching don’t ask why

Face of death stares you down

There’s not hope you will be found

No need to hide the reaper knows

Harvester of mortal souls

His scythe is coming for your head

Now you will sleep amongst the dead

Turns off the lights your life is gone

Everyday for him the hunt is on

Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky

Hand of deaths approaching don’t ask why

Face of death stares you down

There’s not hope you will be found

No need to hide the reaper knows

Harvester of mortal souls