Lord Death

I look upon the world at night
As ordinary people sleep
And though my mind screams "Turn away!"
I cannot help but watch Death creep
Across the landscape with his Scythe
With which he does with great joy reap
The souls of those I hold most dear
Which he forevermore shall keep

Among mankind Lord Death has been
Since man first crawled forth from the Mire
Forever waiting til 'tis time
To drag us all into the fire
And never will he let us free
For from this never shall he tire
He'll keep us trapped within his game
Til all our souls he does acquire

And still I stay at night and watch
As Death inspects the souls he's caught
And finally accept the truth
Against which I had erstwhile fought:
It matters not how much we pray
Nor whether we believe or not
Forevermore Lord Death shall rule
And under him we all shall rot