Morning brings mourning,
As the sun begins to rise.
Morning brings mourning
And all the hungry flies.
Morning brings mourning
And shows how hard the Reaper tries.
Morning brings mourning
And shows that everybody dies.
It was on that fateful night
They didn’t get a chance to fight.
It was on that fateful morning
They realized they should have heeded the warning.
For a man dressed in black
Rode up on his black steed.
He said the Reaper was coming,
And his warning they should heed.
No one listened,
For he was just an old man.
But what they didn’t know was
He was a part of the Reaper’s plan.
Fire fell from the skies
To mach the fire in the Reaper’s eyes.
Demons rose from the ground,
As the Reaper released his hound.
The grass was watered by their blood,
As the bodies crashed into the mud.
The demons took it all.
The Reaper watched the bodies fall.
Morning brings mourning,
As the sun begins to rise.
Morning brings mourning
And all the hungry flies.
Morning brings mourning
And shows how hard the Reaper tries.
Morning brings mourning
And shows that everybody dies.
Just like that he was gone.
He had done his dirty deed.
The man in black rode off
And disappeared with his steed.
To the devil he would go.
And the souls he would show.
He gave them their fair warning.
Now morning brings mourning.
 Tergan · Wed Oct 08, 2008 @ 09:30pm · 0 Comments |
