Shadow of the Reaper

Six Feet Under

the shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead 
entombs the lifeless 
the darkest black is cast 
the shadow of the reaper, will take its hand 
the shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you 

in the cemetery 
you have been left unburied 
the vultures pick at your eyes 

the cold grasp, a blood hand 
the skeleton it cracks 
and its twitching 
inside of your body 
the brain retreats 
the heart beats no longer 
in denial 
life no longer there 
to comfort 
to invigorate 
to betray you 
the rotten now await you 
meet the devils keeper 
in the shadow of the reaper 
the rotten now await you 
to invade you 

the shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead 
entombs the lifeless 
the darkest black is cast 
the shadow of the reaper, will you take it hand 
the shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you 

in the cemetary 
you have been left unburied 
the vultures pick at your eyes