Hear the canter From beyond You know the end is coming Your thread's been cut, you can't abscond Night is falling Make amends The clock strikes midnight The sand still falls but your life ends Fear the reaper Fear his scythe The hooded figure's coming On a pale horse he rides No forgiveness No parole One more appraisal To weigh the evil on your soul And the light begins to fade He reaps he collects He feasts on his clients debts Keeper of immortal bets No regrets To count to assort Unbound from the highest court Challenged by no gun nor sword Thanatos thy Lord Rest forever Rot away Is there a chance to withstand? Exchange the hunter and his prey No surrender Take a stand One last uprising To take the reins out of his hand And your life begins to fade No tails nor heads He takes the forsaken threads Keeper of immortal bets No regrets Just pawns on the board They bow to the highest court Challenged by no gun nor sword Thanatos thy Lord