The reapers tale

In shadows deep where the lost souls cry, The clock strikes twelve, the night draws nigh. A figure looms with a scythe in hand, The reaper waits, in this cursed land. The whispers call from the graves below, They know the truth, they feel the woe. With empty eyes and a chilling breath, He walks the line between life and death. In silence they scream, their fate's entwined. [Chorus] Hear the reaper's tale, when the candles fade, He takes the ones who no longer stayed. With every step, the shadows grow, In the night of sorrow, where the lost ones go. The moonlight dances on the bones in the ground, As he cuts the strings that once held them bound. A chilling wind whispers secrets that bind, Eternal night for those left behind. [Verse 2] A broken heart beats with the weight of despair, While echoes of laughter linger in the air. In every corner, the darkness creeps, As he gathers the souls that the silence keeps. A promise fulfilled as the darkness descends. [Chorus] Hear the reaper's tale, when the candles fade, He takes the ones who no longer stayed. With every step, the shadows grow, In the night of sorrow, where the lost ones go. Silent are the ones who knew no fame, In the reaper’s arms, they extinguish their flame. No more pain, no more strife, In the dark embrace of eternal life. [Chorus] Hear the reaper's tale, when the candles fade, He takes the ones who no longer stayed. With every step, the shadows grow, In the night of sorrow, where the lost ones go.