Mr. Cinder's the name He'll come to collect Souls in abundance Drained in excess He hides in the shadows of the valley of boreal Writhing in muck You'll find him realigning the spines upon his throne Perched within his ghastly abode Torches bathed in oils line the halls The ravens echo in the cold Sounds of murder murmer from the murder Curdled blood couldn't curdle any further He's already ringing the bell before You're even at death's door Scythe in hand (rip and tear at the flesh) Veil of darkness (you'll never see him coming) (Lose all hope when you know he's near) Touch of death, you can smell the fear Can't escape (can't escape the sad truth of it all) You can't escape (no ones faster than time itself) Can't escape, the sad truth of it all Can't escape, tied to a mortal's fate I fall Victim to, a cruel mistress of time Broken hourglasses can't save you now Lord of Cinder's the name He'll come to collect Souls in abundance Drained in excess I know that I brought this on myself Devourer of gods, I guess I'll see you in Hell Can't sleep each night I wallow in my own pity My fate intertwined with choices I hate myself for but I choose to blame my circumstance but I brought this on me (on me)