The dead man walks
A lonely road
Taking down his enemies
So he can collect
Their souls
He is not truly dead
Nor is he truly alive
Those who srand in his way
Fall over and die
With eyes as bright
As the core of the sun
He sees into the very heart
Of those who dare
Stand in his way
He stands ready
He stands firm
He collects his enemie\'s souls
And adds them to the urn
One by one
He defeats his foes
One by one
He collects their souls
He walks in the shadows
He is nobody\'s friend
He is the reaper of souls
He will get you In the end
With glowing eyes
He stares into your soul
He knows your darkest secrets
There is nothing you can do
Watch out
He\'s coming for you
Many have tried To stand in his way
Many have fallen
Their souls they have paid
He comes from
The depths of Hell
To destroy those he will
Those that oppose him
Those that stand in his way
Those just trying to have
A nice day
His eyes glow like diamonds
He sees the heart of all
He breathe is like fire
Hot, dry, and raw
Worms pour from his sockets
There are spiders Upon his face
He knows no mercy
He knows no grace
He walks the Earth
Upon the road
Looking for victims
The numbers untold
The weak and depressed
Are his favorite \"game\"
For the feel lonely
For they feel shame
The big and the mighty
With egos galore
These souls are so greedy
Just ripe for his store