The Grim Reaper stalks the Earth for prey,
Men, women and children he takes away,
Some may go to heaven and some to hell
Only those taken ever can tell.

His shadowy form lurks without care,
His duty to death he does with a spectral air.
The scythe, his symbol forever on show.
His skeletal figure the chosen ones know.

The hourglass of life ticks away in his hand,
As you fight this, your last stand.
Hunched over your body your soul he will reap,
Who knows what parts of this he may keep?

His solitary duty will forever go on,
Even after this era is gone.
He will take the souls of all living things
And grief with him he always brings.