The Fatal Scythe - Pokerface

Look around.

What?

You see?

Mind was ruined, battle sings

Stare into open flame

That can make you all the same

Breath, breath,

Scythe, scythe

Fatal scythe is on its way

Bloody dance for you to slay

Slightly whisper — don’t you hear?

What is this?

What it’s appear?

You’ve no arms, just bleeding stumps

This for you the slayer comes.

Breath, breath,

Scythe, scythe

Fatal scythe is on its way

Bloody dance for you to slay

Fatal scythe in his black cloak

And red eyes are like the clock

That will tick away prey’s time

For once more defiling crime

How you can escape this deep?

Not a hope that you’re asleep

This is not a riding-hag

And your head’s in body bag

Breath, breath,

Scythe, scythe

Fatal scythe is on its way

Bloody dance for you to slay

Breath, breath,

Scythe, scythe

Fatal scythe is on its way

Bloody dance for you to slay