Say my name
Nightbringer, say
Pale rider, say
Grim reaper, say
Look into the eyes
Of death itself
Time to harvest your souls
Souls
And to make this town clean
You are like rotten flowers
Flowers
With your hearts full of sin
I am death itself
I'll destroy all the you believe in
I sale up unholy shadows
When take my pale horse for a ride
I will stomp all your sweet meadows
And i swear you are not to survive. Die
