Cold Dead Hand

 
He is the dark figure that always come calling  
His presence means that this is the end of the road  
His scythe cuts the thread of life, there’s no stalling  
He comes to collect everything he is owed  
 
He is the only thing that is assured in our lives  
A pre-determined arrangement nobody knows  
He is an unstoppable force that when he arrives  
Everything halts briefly just as he comes and goes  
 
You think you know your fate, your faith, his face?  
He can take any shape or form or whatever situation  
His cold dead hand can grab you from any place  
Whether young or old without any hesitation  
 
When destiny draws your number in its mystic scroll  
He always finds you no matter how far you run or crawl  
Creeping death will take your breath and claim your soul  
Beware the Grim Reaper because he comes for us all