All the sounds have faded, everyone holds their breath,
suddenly aware of the heavy smell of death.
Countless bodies shattered, like confetti on the floor.
A single voice in the corner whispers "no more".
Entering the stage, floating like on shiny mist,
cloaked in pitch-black, with a binding silver chime in his fist.
Dead eyes staring, at the dying panickering crowd
as he rings the chime monotonous, ears bleeding loud.
On wings of fire they're burning the night
Reaping your souls to put out your lights
Of ancient time, from forgotten stars.
Of unknown life, never healing scars.
On wings of fire they're burning the night
Reaping your souls to put out your lights
With a piercing infernal blast, the ceiling cracks to the free.
A black hole on the black sky, the air filled with intensity.
Waves of loaded energy hit the frozen mass
followed by the roaring sound of ignited gas.
Bursting out of the black, an ancient creature of old.
Engulfed in living flames, but still the air is cold.
Bodies rising from the ground, bleeding when stripped of their souls.
A last victorious scream, as it fades into the black hole.
All love's lost and all hope dies.
All turns black, when the soulreapers cry!