The Reaper's Touch Songtext

Nowhere left to run
There's nowhere left to hide
Bow before your end
Kneel down and die

The Reaper's touch
Calculated
Always hunting
Never failing

Life's race is run
Your time is done
Welcome the Abyss
Of impending doom

The Reaper's touch
Calculated
Always hunting
Never failing

The Reaper's cold dead grasping hand
Reaches forth to harvest the damned
When you feel that morbid chill, you cannot fight
This end is real

The Reaper's touch
Calculated
Always hunting
Never failing