All Souls - Negative Plane

Ever turning circles of birth, life and death

The last rays of summer giving way to autumn’s breath

When the sheaves must be gathered at the harvest in

full bloom

He is standing tall at the crossroads with his scythe

The reaper waits at summer’s end, the keeper of all

souls is death

The hearse is always on time and the ferry is never

late

To convey our souls to the grave, to writhe in

purgatory flames

At summer’s end the reaper waits, death is the keeper

of all souls

Eternity awaits beyond the fog

The cemetery biding its time for the one not yet laid

to rest

Holy rosaries for the recently deceased

Candles held in place to illuminate the way

To the sky up above or the fires down below

In the final resting place, in the darkness of the soul

In the darkness of the soul

The reaper waits at summer’s end, the keeper of all

souls is death

In the name of the father, in the name of the son, in

the name of the holy spirit

On All Souls Day, let us pray, for the reaper waits at

summer’s end