The Soul¸s Reaper
The Soul´s Reaper
My poor hurted souls
You are mine... Pay the price
My whores
Selling yourselves for nothing
It´s harrest time...
I am the reaper
The future in the air
It´s the end of the times
But some won't reach the sky
Distant were
The ways of pain
But they were declared
Day by day...
Die whores
Say goodbye to angels
Start meeting the dangers
Heartless souls
Die, die whores
(Die whores)
Pay with your souls
(Die whores)
It's time to go
Men of stone
" I search for the begging hands,
Creating arrears Whom by death
I shall charge"
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