City of the Dead

Now is the time

To reap what you've sown

Everyday you bring us

Closer to the grave

And all it took was a whisper

Follow me

I am the abyss

Because in the end

We all get the blade

As death comes quickly

Rotting on the floor

Bow down before the reapers scythe

The blind lead the blind

The dead swept aside

As the city lies in dust

More are set to die

Look up ahead

The reapers coming

There's nowhere to hide

Because in the end

We all get the blade