Is there life after death?
Or is it just the end?
Is there somewhere else?
Or is it the stars to which I’ll tend?
Oh when the Reaper comes to take my soul.
Will I be ready?
Ready to go?
With his black cloak and silver scythe,
He’s got me in his sights.
He’s withered away to skin and bone,
And he works all alone.
He grips me tightly,
He is the mighty
Reaper.
I have come for your soul.
Leave your body behind,
And let free your mind.
The journey of life is over
You can not run for cover.
Come with me and discover
If there is life after death.
You gave everyone pain, anger and strife.
Now it will be thrown back at you,
In the afterlife.
You can’t be scared anymore,
Now you’re Satins whore
And that’s who you’ll stay
(Don’t make me laugh)
Is it only now you begin to pray?