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On the run you feel security is ever so near

But the pursuer never tires because Death is here

On Damnation’s edge where nothing is free

You cheated life, disgraced dignity

Clear all misgivings and wear it somehow

Your day of judgement is upon you now

Meet Thy maker

The worse the wear as you like

The lungs exist in all your world of pain

Cheated soul, bought and sold

Do as you like, but what you have to gain

When you see him you will be made unwhole

The master of all waits for night

Mounts his steed and rides into the sky

When you feel his chilling cold

Prepare yourself for it’s your turn to die

Leave life, no barter

Time is his to control

The Maker takes another soul

Mistaking, he’s taking

But you will fit the role

The Maker fills his Death toll