Lyrics Death - Dark Moor

Death

Careful, human, coming is a stranger
Hooded, swinging a broad scythe of danger!
I have no name
And I have no time
Brings out my game
A new paradigm
I am the veil
In the cold night
I’m of a pale
Ill bright.
Impaling new orders
Pushing beyond the borders
Transforming and turning
The end into a new reborn
Death!
I am death!
Prank of god, paradox
Rage and doom walk with you
Made of dust, crazy dance
End of childhood
Life reverse, grave nonsense
Hungry grave with a great
Harvest of madness
Death!
I am death!
Thirteen!
I’m no name!