Reaper's Predilect

Weak mortal scary
My darkness paralyzes you
You sweep and your heart benumbs
Your blood gets warm and your body shakes

Here I am in my shadow
Waiting you accept me
Sharpening my scythe to bless your hindhead

I'm the demon in your dreams
You run and wish to awake
But if you look well, I'm the god
Who will give you the eternal rest

Weak mortal scary
My darkness paralize you
You sweep and your heart benumbs
Your blood gets warm and your body shakes

Poor mortal, tormented by your blame
Bathed in you own tears
Hoarse by his cries
Humiliated by his impotence



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Jahzeel Ortegón Toro
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