Listen to the shot of a gun,
The strike of a knife,
The twist of a blade.
There is Death
With every movement I make.
For I am the Darkness,
And Life is what I take.
With my scythe gripped
In my bone white hand,
I bring death
To every Land.
Darkness my name,
Death my game,
Many types of torture
Come to my gain.
And so you lay there sleeping,
I'll come up by your side.
I'll strike you with my blade,
And you'll never say good-bye.