It's not wise tô look him in the face
He knows when it's time tô start the chase

Face of death stares you down
There's not hope you will be found
No need tô hide the reaper knows
Harvester of mortal souls

Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky
Hand of deaths approaching don't ask why

Face of death stares you down
There's not hope you will be found
No need tô hide the reaper knows
Harvester of mortal souls

His scythe is coming for your head
Now you will sleep amongst the dead
Turns off the lights your life is gone
Everyday for him the hunt is on

Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky
Hand of deaths approaching don't ask why

Face of death stares you down
There's not hope you will be found
No need tô hide the reaper knows
Harvester of mortal souls