He comes from the shadow on a pale dead horse,
Sucking the life out of you,
Taking, life as we know right from your fingertips,
Killing and torturing without mercy slaying all of the innocent,
Not only men but women and children,
killing each one by one.
He has come for you tonight,
No stopping him from reaching you,
He can taste your fear in the air,
he will have your soul.
He comes for your soul tonight,
Slaying with all of his might,
Feasting on your organs blood and soul,
Your weapons wont stop him nor slow him down,
He will press on from town to town,
Raping the innocent until he reaches his goal.
Have no fear for, the reaper, is here,
To feast, on your flesh, Your soul will be taken,
by dawn, for here comes The Pale Rider.
Your final seconds are ticking down,
a slow painful death is coming,
Begging for mercy but he ignores your cries,
Your own personal hell awaits,
Your soul will be pried, tortured and raped,
taken to hell, for all of eternity.
Say goodbye to the life you knew,
for now your skin has gone blue.
He, has come, for you, tonight,
no stopping, him, from reaching you.
He, can taste, your fear, in, the air,
here, comes the grim, reaper.