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
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