It's almost pitch dark,
The air carries the heavy scent of Death
The dark atmosphere tries to choke me,
Surely trying to find another soul to reap
The sepulchre depicts a scene of Hell,
Of sinners burning forever as punishment

My stomach churns at the sight of such an austere punishment;
I stumble away from the tomb in the dark,
Hearing the shrieks and pained groans from below, from Hell
I hear his breathing, he's come for me: Death
I know it is my soul he's come to reap
His cold dark shadow envelopes me

His gravelly, raspy whisper sends a chill through me
"The time has come for punishment"
I see the shadow of his scythe raised, ready to reap
I close my eyes, trying to will away the dark
Excruciating pain erupts in my back and I look up at Death
I state into his bottomless eyes and see the flames of Hell

I can feel myself being dragged back to Hell
I feel the scorching flames trying to lick at me
I'd tried to escape, to be free of Death
I can't even begin to imagine my punishment
My eyes water in terror and my vision goes dark
And it's not even the worst part of the reap

I know what to expect, I've been on both sides of the reap
He brings me to the inner-most circle of Hell
It is the hottest circle, but also the most dark
By now terror has eased its vice-like grip on me
I steel myself, preparing for my punishment
But it seems you can still suprise me, Death

"Aren't you angry with me, Death?
"Get on with the reap"
I squeeze my eyes shut tight for my punishment
I love him, this advocate of Hell
I don't think you do, but your eyes suprise me
Your normally empty stare is smoldering and oh-so dark

That dark gaze confuses me,
Punishment has always followed the reap
I live in Hell and my partner is Death