Take the Scythe of Death in Your Hands

Death stalks the weak of Will And demands their submission Take command and drink your fill Turn knowledge into strength Cloak yourself in Stygian robes Become that energy now enthroned Adorn the chamber in sacred bones Profane yet divine Light red candles in the final hour The time is drawing near Chant incantations from your tower As the candle burns out Lace like smoke whispers away in the wind Vanishing and fading with that pulse of life Walk the path across the endless ocean Feel the power surge like a flame In the abyss acknowledge your devotion Take the scythe of death in your hands Take each step towards that swirling vortex Know that you're now one with that flame Anti-cosmic chaos your abode now Swing that scythe again and again Walk the path across the endless ocean Feel the power surge like a flame In the abyss acknowledge your devotion Take the scythe of death in your hands You now are that scythe of life and death You are...Death