When Death Comes Knocking
Death, in his cloak. Inevitable, it seems.
With frightful vengeance, he stalks my dreams.
Bloody passion of murder, greed.
With hateful pride, he kills my need.
Bones, they shatter with mention of name.
Glory gone. Broken. Maimed.
If he shall come for you this night,
Wrap lifeless fists around the knife,
Will you plead for life and soul?
Will you reap what you have sewn?
Will you die in the hands of sin?
When death comes knocking. Let him in.
