The scream from your lungs, barely heard
Like a wolf's cry late at night
The blood from your veins escape and take flight
Your eyes, your mouth, the knife in your back
Your blood congeling and turning black
My hands, your throat, together as one
My start, your end, they both do come
The ropes, they cut deep in your skin
The knife it drives farther in
The blade it rips you apart
And stops the beating of your heart
Your voice it dries, you soul it flies
Up from your heart, the two do part
This is your end, death, my friend
The reaper comes for you