Grave Reaper

In the shadows

Of the realm of the dead

A spectre has descended

Abhorrent visions unknown to man

Corporealizing disembodied remnants

Transcendent forces

Unleashed from the flesh

The most decrepit of cadavers

Beckons the grave reaper

Predatory necromantic powers

Willing the dead flesh to rise

Wretchedly goremandize

Transmogrified

Into eternities beyond

Rabidly incising flesh

Horrifying putrid mess

Return him to the realm

Of ancient gods

A lifeless expanse that time washed away

A sickening wasteland of pestilential decay

A dark shroud of misery

Drapes this forgotten world

It is here the reaper’s twisted soul

Hungers to return

In an instant, torn from malignant bliss

Repulsive immortal at madness’ precipice

Eternal torment, salvation in his grip

Scavenged remains torn from the crypt

Grave Reaper

Bloodthirsty pillager of rotted flesh

Goremandize ...

In the shadows of the realm of the dead

A fiend continues to feast

Horrifying visage unknown to man

Ghastly ravenous beast

Transcendent forces

Unleashed from the flesh

Of the most putrescent of the dead

Where the deceased are torn

From their ancient slumber

You will know the Grave Reaper has fed