Mortal Souls

<p>It's not wise tô look him in the face He knows when it's time tô start the chase</p><p>Face of death stares you down There's not hope you will be found No need tô hide the reaper knows Harvester of mortal souls</p><p>Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky Hand of deaths approaching don't ask why</p><p>Face of death stares you down There's not hope you will be found No need tô hide the reaper knows Harvester of mortal souls</p><p>His scythe is coming for your head Now you will sleep amongst the dead Turns off the lights your life is gone Everyday for him the hunt is on</p><p>Black eyes and wings spread toward the sky Hand of deaths approaching don't ask why</p><p>Face of death stares you down There's not hope you will be found No need tô hide the reaper knows Harvester of mortal souls</p>