The Messenger

The spirits rise in the dead man’s tomb Worlds deprived under his name He rides above your city And decides if to lay down his hands Stories are told since the dawn of days When it’s time remember his name You bear the swords For the last time You hear him cry I am the messenger of Death And I keep a ledger filled with wrath For I am your messenger of Death And I keep a ledger with all your names When he was born his mother died Fate said her words, the cruellest lie The end is only a beginning Through the flames and the feathers damned From whence he came the dark divine In the purest form, Death is time You say your words One last time Even then you hear him cry I am the messenger of Death And I keep a ledger filled with wrath For I am your messenger of Death And I keep a ledger with all your names I am the messenger of Death And I keep a ledger filled with wrath For I am your messenger of Death And I keep a ledger with all your names