Lyrics The Fatal Scythe - Pokerface

The Fatal Scythe

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