This is my Sacrament,
My dark punishment,
For all the souls I have reaped,
And allowed the Hell Fire’s to keep,
With each passing breath,
I hear pleas to heaven,
Yet never to me, Death.

I have placed thousands,
Under my dark spell,
And there’s nothing they could do,
I just took their souls to Hell.

Like the moon to the tide,
You will feel my scythe inside,
I place you under my dark spell,
There’s nothing you can do,
As you loss yourself in dark ecstasy,
And I spread you beneath a blackened willow tree,
You’ll never be able to flee,
As I take your soul with me.

My life has been in shadow,
Hidden in it, is my face,
Stalking the young and elderly,
That has always been my place.

I have always dreamed,
But will never be complete,
For I have a dark sacrament,
Thousands of souls I must reap,
As Devil and God, order me.