He stands on the pedestal of judgement Waiting as sands of time clear away The dust the bones of a life poorly spent Hours, minutes, seconds torn from the day Eviscerated dead dance on entrails Skeletons pallid escape from their graves Tears drowning women in mourning veils Dark mortality which no angel saves Rotting body with the stench of decay Trapped in the hourglass since his demise With shattered glass, the reaper he betray Rising in burial shrouds as time dies The ominous spirit clocks tick and chime The midnight hour calls the end of time
