The Dead man walks a lonely road
Taking down his enemies
So he can collect their souls
He is not truly dead
Nor is he truly alive
Those who stand in his way
Fall over and die
With eyes as bright as the core of the
sun
He sees into the very heart of those who
dare stand in his way
He stands ready
He stands firm
He collects his enemy’s souls
Then adds them to the urn
One by one he defeats his foes
One by one he collects their souls
He walks in the Shadows
He is nobody’s friend
He is the reaper of souls
He will get you in the end
With glowing eyes he stares into your
soul
He knows your darkest secrets
There is nothing you can do
Watch out
He is coming for you
Many have tried to stand in his way
Many have fallen
Their souls they have paid
He comes from the depths of Hell
To destroy those he will
Those that oppose him
Those who stand in his way
Those just trying to have a nice day
His eyes glow like red hot coals
They see the hearts of all
His breathe is like fire
Hot, dry, and raw
He has worms that pour from his sockets
There are spiders upon his face
He knows no mercy
He has no grace
He walks the Earth
Upon the road
Looking for victims
The numbers untold
The weak and the depressed
Are his favorite “Game”
For they feel lonely
For they feel shame
The strong and the mighty
With big egos galore
These souls are so greedy
Just right for his store
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