The Ballad of the Reaper

I ride my black horse through blistering cold
I take the weak, I ravage the old.
Fate they call it. To that i spit
I take them down to hells black pit
they shall burn in the lake of eternal fire
for loving to much of what they desire
I've taken kings and ended their reign
I take their souls and show them true pain
at night i lurk in shadows stalking my prey
then I hunt them down before the light of day
I hope by now you've guessed my name
The reaper, or Death its all the same
i'm sorry but I'm afraid it is your time
because its my job I'll hunt you down you'll perish for your crimes