I am the grim reaper
There are souls to be had
It doesn’t matter if you have been good or bad
For your time has come
The grim reaper he visits everyone

With a touch of my hand
You will leave this land
For I have taken your breath
No one survives a touch from death

As you slip away I can hear you pray
Shouting out for your god you poor sod
Thoughts of your life will wiz through your head
Not long now until you are dead

So what awaits after I have been
That my friend remains to be seen