~Death, the Grim~
Death, The Grim,
A fierce and cruel king
Sent from up above
To spread his dark harbinger.
He has no mercy or grace
As he brings his judgement and wrath
This master of death and destruction
Is the lord of the ferryman's path.
His dark and inky cloak
Casts a horrid and ghastly shade
Bringing fear to all he touches
As one by one we fade.
Death, The Grim,
Will be there at the end of the line
Carrying the innocent, the guilty
His work is never benign.
He brings no joy or love
But only grief and despair
His icy claws that drag us in
Swiftly bring us there.
Death, The Grim,
Forever reigns supreme
He's the one who can never be bested
And no one can ever redeem.
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