Beware, beware
Death is drawing near
You better run
You better hide
But even then
It's just a matter of time
I was not afraid
When it all began
I was picking up the pieces
When a voice in sorrow sang
Thought I heard a madman crying
Oh, no, there she comes
Vows to the darkened sun
Armed with weapons and magic spells
Men, you better run
Men, you better run
There at the gate, I wonder
The final hope in these barren lands
Too late I fear
Is it long gone by?
The Lord, He will come for your souls
For the harvest is rich, seed has grown
The reapers surrounded by ghosts
Surrender and die
You'll die
Death is drawing near
You better run
You better hide
But even then
It's just a matter of time
I was not afraid
When it all began
I was picking up the pieces
When a voice in sorrow sang
Thought I heard a madman crying
Oh, no, there she comes
Vows to the darkened sun
Armed with weapons and magic spells
Men, you better run
Men, you better run
There at the gate, I wonder
The final hope in these barren lands
Too late I fear
Is it long gone by?
The Lord, He will come for your souls
For the harvest is rich, seed has grown
The reapers surrounded by ghosts
Surrender and die
You'll die
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