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Walking in the darkness

A long scythe at the hand

Riding her baneful mount

Searching for new souls

The ominous shadow

In her cold trail

Wandering here and there

Harvesting the weak souls

Her power increases

At each season

The reaper arrives

Prepare your back

Be careful what you do

She sees it

At the slightest deviation

She takes your soul

Coming from the underworld

In search of new souls

The targeted prey

Is already dead

Is already dead

No possible escape

This is the end

The new soul rejoins

The endless dead list

The new soul

Rejoins

The endless dead list

By a scythe stroke

She hits her victim

The inside spreads on the outside

Like a butcher's stall

Falling on the ground

Nothing to help

Creeping on the floor

The victim agonizes

Its entrails lie on the ground

The eyes are witness

A new soul was taken

For her collection

Be careful what you do

She sees it

At the slightest deviation

She takes your soul

Coming from the underworld

In search of new souls

The targeted prey

Is already dead

Is already dead

No possible escape

This is the end

The new soul rejoins

The endless dead list

The new soul

Rejoins

The endless dead list

At each harvest collecting millions of souls

Filling her endless hunger

Going back to her kingdom of shadow

Before the next black season

Going back to her kingdom of shadow

Before the next black season