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I cowered where the light did not reach

Knelt in a circle (of fire) that kept me safe

Safe from the light and its lethal influense

Protected from follies carred by humanity

Winds of fury whipped my sacred face

Storms of thunder danced among the clouds

The elements rage flowed in my veins

I mounted a wind of darkness and death

And I rode the wind of darkness and death

Now on blackened wings, I pass like a shadow

My name lord death, with reverence be it spoken

As the man with the scythe, I am known and feared

Clad in tragedy, I am the dirge

All mortals fear the day I call upon them

To wield my blade and reap their souls

They speak of me with shivering voice

To cross my path no living (thing) desire

Yet I come to them as a redeemer

A saviour in black that bring them rest

Feel my breath breathing down your neck

Oh, feeble mortals you are my harvest

As I ride the wind of darkness and death

Now on blackened wings, I pass like a shadow

My name lord death, with reverence be it spoken

As the man with the scythe, I am known and feared

Clad in tragedy, I am the dirge

I am the dirge hummed among mortals

I am the premonition you have felt

I bring the tidings of your departure

I carry out the cruel twist of fate

When I ride upon the winds of darkness and death

Mortals fear for the lives I have come to reap

I am he who take away yet bring thee pain

When I come with the winds of darkness and death

Life - the final conquest

Death - the eternal conqueror