The reaper sits and waits
Watches and spins
An eternal lie
He wants the feeling
Of your failure
He wants the fattening of your demise
When all the color leaves your face
Your bones grow week and weary
Will there be a mark in place
A statue of your glory
The reaper hides away
Seeks his prey
In the dark of night
He finds the shadow
In disguise
Hear his speak the father of lies
When all the color leaves your face
Your bones grow week and weary
Will there be a mark in place
A statue of your glory
(BRIDGE)
When the bird lays
Dead in his nest
The sun falls on
A crackling leaf
Can you gracefully
Go to rest
To the next life
Silently proceeded
Proceed
When all the color leaves your face
Your bones grow week and weary
Will there be a mark in place
A statue of your glory
Your glory
Your glory