Silly little creatures

We’ve been through this before

When I request your presence

Your salvation will not be a locked door

A messenger of death I choose the time

Refuse my invitation but you’ll still be mine

My boundaries include both night and day

Nothing can stand in my way

Fear the reaper for I am real

Waiting for your soul to steal

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